William Gifford - How numerous, Lord, of late are grown - ноты, текст песни (слова)

How num'rous, Lord, of late are grown
 The troublers of my peace;
 And as their numbers hourly rise,
 So doth their rage increase. 
 
 But thou, O Lord, art my defence,
 On thee my hopes rely:
 Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
 Lift up my head on high.
 
 Arise and save me, O my God,
 Who oft hast own'd my cause;
 And scatter'd oft those foes to me
 And to thy righteous laws. 
 
 Salvation to the Lord belongs,
 He only can defend:
 His blessing he extends to all
 That on his pow'r depend.