Before the wind that flies,
Nor could they stand His searching glance,
Should God in judgment rise;
For known to God are all the right,
But wicked men shall perish quite.

Psalm II

Morning

I

Lord, a band of foes increasing
Terror to my heart would bring;
For they tell my soul unceasing,
That no help from God can spring.

II

Yet Thou art my shield about me,
Till the time of strife is past;
And though cruel foes may flout me,
Thou wilt hear my prayer at last.

III

On my couch when night was falling,
Lay I down devoid of fear;
And when morning light was calling,
I awoke, for thou wert near.

IV

Tens of thousands round my dwelling
Stand arrayed to do me harm;
But my trust when foes are swelling,
Rests in Thine almighty arm.

V

Rise, O Lord, for Thou, victorious,
Hast the might of sin o'erthrown,
And amid Thy triumph glorious,
Bless the people Thou dost own.

Psalm XXVII

Verses 1-6

I

Light of my life, O Lord, Thou art,
No fear afflicts my trusting heart
When, all secure in Thee
As in a fortress I repose,
And evil men, my direst foes,
Are baulked that trouble me,

II

Hosts may encamp on every side,
And pallid fear the trust deride
That saves me from affright;
But in the Lord my hope shall last,
Till noise of war and strife are past,
And flee the powers of night.

III

To God I make this chief request,
That I in His abode may rest
Through all my earthly days,
To mark its comeliness and grace,
And see the beauty of His face,
Whose love inspires my praise.

IV

There shall I dwell unseen by all,
Secure when days of trouble call,
And evil doers mock;
And He shall hide me in His tent,
Till all the wrath of man is spent
As tempests on a rock.