Fiery men indignant rise
increased in number and in size,
flout and taunt my soul with fears
but God my glory saw my tears.
Oh lifter of my head, my shield
you heard me from your holy field.
I lay me down to rest and sleep
my body and my soul you keep.
All around my foes increase
but in fear's wake, a tranquil peace.
My God has struck my enemies
and rising up, delivered me.
Saving is my Saviors way
prosperity on us arrayed.
- ▼ March (16)