1 Ah Lord! how many be my foes! How many are against me rose, 2 That to my grieued soule haue sed, Tush: God shall him no succour yield; 3 Whiles thou Lord art my praise, my shield And dost aduance my carefull head. 4 Loud with my voice to God I cri'd: His grace vnto my sute reply'd, From out his Sions holy hill. 5 I layd me downe, slept, rose againe. For thou O Lord dost me sustaine, And sav'st my soule from feared ill. 6 Not if ten thousand armed foes My naked side should round enclose, Would I be thereof ought a-dred. Vp Lord and shield me from disgrace: 7 For thou hast broke my foe-mens face, And all the wickeds teeth hast shed. 8 From thee O God is safe defence; Do thou thy free beneficence Vpon thy people largely spred. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONEWALL JACKSON; MORTALLY WOUNDED AT CHANCELLORSVILLE by HERMAN MELVILLE ON A BOY'S FIRST READING OF THE PLAY OF 'KING HENRY THE FIFTH' by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL THE PRELUDE: BOOK 1. CHILDHOOD AND SCHOOL-TIME by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 29. ALL NOT WORTH A REWARD by PHILIP AYRES TO MRS. AIKIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |