Psalm 3:2. [O Lord, How Many Are My Foes] by Isaac Watts

Psalm 3:2. 1 2 3 4 5 8. L. M.
A morning Psalm.

O Lord, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

Tir’d with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais’d an evening cry;
Thou heardst when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.

Supported by thine heavenly aid,
I laid me down and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Tho’ I should wake and rise no more.

But God sustain’d me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong;
He rais’d my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.

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