Psalm 50

See, O Lord, my foes increase,
Mark the troublers of my peace;
Fiercely 'gainst my soul they rise
"Heaven,"they say, "its help denies.
Help he seeks from God in vain,
God hath given him up to man."

But Thou art a shield for me,
Succour still I find in Thee;
Now Thou liftest up my head,
Now I glory in Thine aid,
Confident in Thy defence,
Strong in Thine omnipotence.

To the Lord I cried; the cry
Brought my Helper from the sky:
By my kind Protector kept,
Safe I laid me down and slept;
Slept within Llis arms, and rose,
Bless'd Him for the calm repose.

Kept by Him, I cannot fear
Sin, the world, or Satan near;
All their hosts my soul defies:
Lord, in my behalf arise!
Save me, for in faith I call,
Save me, O my God, from all I

Thou hast saved me heretofore,
Thou hast quell'd the adverse power,
Pluck'd me from the jaws of death.
Broke the roaring lion's teeth:
Still from all my foes defend,
Save me, save me to the end!

Thine it is, O Lord, to save:
Strength in Thee Thy people have;
Safe from sin, in Thee they rest.
With the gospel blessing bless'd,
Wait to see the perfect grace.
Heaven on earth in Jesu's face.