O LORD, how many rise against me now?
So many foes surround my soul in fright;
Yet I, in faith to You, will humbly bow,
Thou art my shield, my glory, my delight.
With voice I cry, unto the LORD I call;
He hears my pleas from holy heights above.
I lie down safe, for though the tempest squall,
In peace I rest, upheld by perfect love.
Arise, O LORD, and save me from my plight;
For thou dost strike my foes upon the cheek.
The wicked’s teeth are broken in the fight,
Thy mighty hand is strong for those who seek.
Salvation comes from thee, O God of grace;
Thy blessing rests upon thy chosen race.
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