1 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.
2 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.
3 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.
4 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.