Psalm 140

Words: Henry Francis Lyte

Our Own Hymn-book #140

Music: Chris Villegas

 

The Christian, like his lord of old,

Must look for foes and trials here:

Yet may the weakest saint be bold,

With such a Friend as Jesus near.

 

The lion’s roar need not alarm,

O Lord, the feeblest of Thy sheep;

The serpent’s venom cannot harm,

While Thou art nigh to watch and keep.

 

Before, when dangers round me spread,

I cried to Thee, Almighty Friend;

Thou coveredst my defenceless head;

And shall I not on Thee depend!

 

O refuge of the poor and weak,

Regard Thy suffering people’s cry;

Humble the proud, uphold the meek,

And bring us safe to Thee on high.

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~ by cvillegas on June 17, 2007.

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