1. O Lord, how many rise against me, Countless foes who scorn my name! “No help from God,” their taunts surround me, Spitting lies like bitter flame. 2. But You, Lord, are my shield unshaken, My glory, lifter of my head. I cried—from Zion’s heights, You answered, Sovereign over doubt and dread. 3. I lay down, slept, and woke in safety, For You sustained me through the night. Ten thousand may encamp to strike me— Still, my heart will not take fright. 4. Arise, O Lord! Save me, my Father! Break the teeth of wicked men. Salvation comes from You alone— Your blessing rests upon Your own.
