Lord how many are my foes
How many rise up against me!
Many say in wicked prose
"God will not deliver thee"
But You Lord are my shield so true
My glory lifting my head high
I call to You You pull me through
Answer from Your mount so high
You Lord are my shield my song
My glory lifting me so high
With You my fears are gone
In Your love I will fly
I lie down and sleep in peace
I wake for You sustain me still
No fear of thousands who increase
With You I have no ill
But You Lord are my shield so true
My glory lifting my head high
I call to You You pull me through
Answer from Your mount so high
You Lord are my shield my song
My glory lifting me so high
With You my fears are gone
In Your love I will fly
Arise O Lord deliver me
Strike my foes break the wicked's snare
From You Lord comes victory
Your blessing everywhere
From the Lord comes deliverance
Blessings on Your people reign
In Your love we find our stance
With You we break every chain
You Lord are my shield my song
My glory lifting me so high
With You my fears are gone
In Your love I will fly