140	Psalm 140	LM
	BELIEVERS, like their Lord of old,    Must bear with foes and trials here: Yet may the weakest saint be bold,     With such a Friend as Jesus near.
2	The lion’s roar need not alarm,     O Lord, the weakest of Thy sheep; The serpent’s venom cannot harm,     While Thou art near to watch and keep.
3	Before, when dangers round me spread,     I cried to my almighty Friend; He covered my defenceless head;     So now I’ll trust Him to the end.
4	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.
	Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847