Deliverance from Tumult

Verse 1

The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heav'n affords its aid.

Verse 2

'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend.

Verse 3

Like bees, my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm; But I shall all their rage confound By thine almighty arm.

Verse 4

'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice!

Verse 5

Like angry bees, they girt me round; When God appears they fly; So burning thorns, with crackling sound, Make a fierce blaze and die.

Verse 6

Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Isr'el tune immortal songs To his almighty grace.