Lord, a Band of Foes Increasing

Verse 1

Lord, a band of foes increasing Terror to my heart would bring; For they tell my soul unceasing, That no help from God can spring.

Verse 2

Yet Thou art my shield about me, Till the time of strife is past; And though cruel foes may flout me, Thou wilt hear my prayer at last.

Verse 3

On my couch when night was falling, Lay I down devoid of fear; And when morning light was calling, I awoke, for thou wert near.

Verse 4

Tens of thousands round my dwelling Stand arrayed to do me harm; But my trust when foes are swelling, Rests in Thine almighty arm.

Verse 5

Rise, O Lord, for Thou, victorious, Hast the might of sin o’erthrown, And amid Thy triumph glorious, Bless the people Thou dost own.