1.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. 2.Thus to the Lord I raised my cry; He heard me from his holy hill; At his command the waves rolled by; He beckoned, and the winds were still. 3.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. 4.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.