Protect me from my cruel foes

Verse 1

Protect me from my cruel foes, and shield me, Lord, from harm; Because my trust I still repose on thy Almighty arm.

Verse 2

My soul all help but thine does slight, all gods but thee disown; Yet can no deeds of mine requite, the foodness thou hast shown.

Verse 3

But those that strictly virtuous are, and love the thing that's right, To favour always, and prefer, shall be my chief delight.

Verse 4

How shall their sorrows be increas'd, who other gods adore; Their bloody off'rings I detest, their very names abhor.

Verse 5

My lot is fall'n in that blest land, where God is truly known; He fills my cup with lib'ral hand; 'tis he supports my throne.

Verse 6

In nature's most delightful scene my happy portion lies; The place of my appointed reign all other lands outvies.

Verse 7

Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, whose precepts give me light; And private counsel still afford, in sorrow's dismal night.

Verse 8

I strive each action to approve to His all-seeing eye; No danger shall my hopes remove, because he still is nigh.

Verse 9

Therefore my heart all grief defies, my glory does rejoice; My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise, wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

Verse 10

Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, my soul from hell shalt free; Nor let thy Holy One in death the least corruption see.

Verse 11

Thou shalt the paths of life display, that to thy presence lead; Where pleasures dwell without allay, and joys that never fade.