How num'rous, Lord, how strong, how powerful they

Verse 1

How num'rous, Lord, how strong, how powerful they, Who rise against me, and my soul dismay?

Verse 2

Vain, empty boasters! In their guilt they're proud, And, that my God disdains me, vaunt aloud.

Verse 3

But me thro' dangers hast thou safely led, And crown'd with glory and success my head;

Verse 4

On thee I call'd in confidence of pray'r, And from thy sacred hill thou deign'dst to hear.

Verse 5

At Night I laid me down, and slept secure; At Morn I rose, supported by thy pow'r.

Verse 6

Why then, tho' thousands threat me, shou'd I fear? My shield thy goodness, I defy the spear.

Verse 7

Rise, Lord, assist me--save me from my Foes; Long has thy dreadful wrath against them rose; My only Foes the abandon'd wicked are, And oft th' inflictions of thy hand they bear:

Verse 8

While all thy blessings righteous souls attend, And them thou'lt save, who in thy temple bend.