Trustful Praise and Prayer

Verse 1

Blest be the Lord, my rock, my might, My constant Helper in the fight, My shield, my righteousness, My strong high tower, my Savior true, Who doth my enemies subdue, My shelter in distress.

Verse 2

Lord, what is man, what has he wrought, The son of man, that in Thy thought To hold him Thou shouldst deign? For man is like a breath, a sight, His days on earth as quickly fly As shadows o'er the plain.

Verse 3

Lord, how Thy heavens, in might descend, Touch Thou the hills, the mountains rend, And they shall smoke and flame; As arrows send Thy lightnings out to put Thy enemies to rout, And fill Thy foes with shame.

Verse 4

Stretch forth Thy hand and rescue me From trouble's dark and raging sea, And from the alien throng, Whose mouth but vanity doth speak, Whose hand of strength against the weak Is filled with craft and wrong.

Verse 5

Now will I sing a glad new song, Thy praise, O God, I will prolong, For Thou hast heard my prayer; Salvation Thou dost give to kings, Thy own dost keep, with sheltering wings, From hurtful sword and snare.

Verse 6

O Thou to Whom in trust I flee, Stretch forth Thy hand and rescue me From all the alien throng, Whose mouth but vanity doth speak, Whose hand of strength against the weak Is filled with craft and wrong.