|
|
| |
|
How num'rous, Lord, of late are grown
the troublers of my peace!
And, as their numbers hourly rise,
so does their rage increase.
Insulting they my soul upbraid,
and him whom I adore;
The God in whom he trusts, say they,
shall rescue him no more.
But thou, O Lord, art my defense;
on thee my hopes rely;
Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
lift up my head on high.
Since whensoe'er in like distress
to God I made my pray'r,
He heard me from his holy hill,
why should I now despair?
Guarded by him, I laid me down
my sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,
through him in safety wake.
No force nor fury of my foes
my courage shall confound,
Were they as many hosts as men
that have beset me round.
Arise and save me, O my God,
who oft hast owned my cause,
And scattered oft these foes to me,
and to thy righteous laws.
Salvation to the Lord belongs,
he only can defend;
His blessing he extends to all
that on his pow'r depend.
---Alternative verses---
How many, Lord, of late are grown
The troublers of my peace;
And, as their numbers hourly rise,
So does their rage increase.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
1696
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
Ps 3;
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1821 | # 3 |
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
IRISH
|
|
Meter:
|
8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
1749
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 567 | Db | | # 398 | E | | # 503 | E | | # 331 | E | | # 58 | Eb | | # 65 | Eb | | # 448 | Eb | | # 452 | Eb | | # 452 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 320 | Eb | | # 487 | F |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
