Classic Poem

The Tempter to my soul hath said,
" There is no help in God for thee: "
Lord! lift thou up thy servant's head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.

Thus to the Lord I raised my cry;
He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves roll'd by;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still.

I laid me down and slept; — I woke;
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again.

I will not fear, though armed throngs
Compass my steps, in all their wrath:
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His presence guards his people's path.