Lord! I here am sore beset,
Fears at every step confound me;
Lo! my foes have spread their net,
And with craft and might surround me:
Such their snares on every side,
Safe thy sheep can ne’er abide.
Jesus, Lord! my Shepherd true,
Oh from wolves thy sheep deliver;
Help, as shepherds wont to do,
From their jaws preserve me ever: