The tempter to my soul hath said—

“There is no help in God for thee;”

Lord! lift thou up thy servant’s head,

My glory, shield, and solace be.

2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,

He heard me from his holy hill;

At his command the waves rolled by;

He beckoned—and the winds were still.

3 I laid me down and slept—I woke—

Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;

Bright from the east the morning broke—

Thy comforts rose on me again.

4 I will not fear, though arméd throngs

’Compass my steps in all their wrath;

Salvation to the Lord belongs:

His presence guards his people’s path.