PSALM III.

George Burgess

But thou my stedfast buckler art;
Thou lift'st my head, and cheer'st my heart:
My pray'r was tow'rds thy holy hill,
And thou, O Lord, hast answered still.

I laid me down, and sweetly slept;
I woke, for God my slumbers kept:
Though rage around me, far: and near,
Ten thousand foes, I cannot fear.

O Lord my God, arise, relieve:
Thine arm the loftiest helms can cleave;
And oft has cleft, mine aid to bring:
Bless'd are thy people. Saviour King!