Religion

Psalm 3: A Morning Psalm

by Isaac Watts 1674–1748

From The Psalms of David Imitated (1719)

Religion

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.

Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry:
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.

Supported by thine heav'nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure:
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.

But God sustained me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.

MLA

Watts, Isaac. “Psalm 3: A Morning Psalm.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/watts/7/.

Chicago

Watts, Isaac. “Psalm 3: A Morning Psalm.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/watts/7/.

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