The tempter to my soul hath said
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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.
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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.
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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.
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I will not fear, though armed throngsCompass my steps in all their wrath;Salvation to the Lord belongs;His presence guards his people's path.