7 By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry, The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny.
8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear If he command their aid.
9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rests upon his word That saints shall never fall.
10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men Scarce live out half their days.