6-7s. Psalm iii. 1 THOU, Lord, 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.
2 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 his arms, and rose; Blest him for the sweet repose.
3 Thine it is, O Lord, to save; Strength in thee thy people have; Safe from sin in thee they rest, With the gospel-blessing blest, Wait to see the perfect grace, Heaven on earth in Jesu's face.