3	Psalm 3	LM
	THY promise, Lord, is perfect peace,    And yet my trials still increase; Till fears, at times, my soul beset That Satan will defeat me yet.
2	Then, Saviour, must I fly to Thee, And in Thy strength my refuge see; O hear me from Thy holy hill, And calm, and keep, and help me still.
3	Beneath Thy care secure I sleep, For what can harm, when Thou dost keep? I’ll wake and know Thee at my side, My omnipresent guard and guide!
4	For how can earth or hell distress, With God so strong, so near to bless? From Thee alone salvation flows, My only refuge and repose.
	Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847