THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XXVII

THe Lord's my Light, and saving Health; Why should I be dismay'd? The Lord supports my Life; of whom Then should I be afraid? When my oppressing spiteful Foes, Came on with horrid Frown, Voraciously to eat my Flesh, They stumbled, and fell down. Tho' Hosts against me should encamp, Fearless I would abide; Should raging War against me rise, In this I would confide. My Heart's Desire. and constant Care, Is in God's House to dwell; That there I may his Beauty see, And know his holy Will. In Times of Trouble, he will me, In his Pavilion, hide; I safe shall, in his secret Tent, As on a Rock, abide. Now shall the Lord, o'er all my Foes, My Head, in Triumph, raise: And I'll, with Shouts, my Off'rings bring, I'll sing, and sound, his Praise.