Classic Poem

Blest be the Lord, who heard my pray'r,
The Lord—my shield—my song;
Who sav'd my soul from sin and fear,
And tun'd with praise my tongue!

When in the hour of deep distress,
Of foes and death afraid,
My spirit trusted in his grace,—
I sought, and found his aid.

O blest Redeemer—glorious Lord!
Thy shield—thy strength shall be
The shield—the saving strength of all,
Who love, and trust in thee.