He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves rolled by;
He beckoned—and the winds were still.
3 I laid me down and slept—I woke—
Thou, Lord! my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke—
Thy comforts rose on me again.
4 I will not fear, though arméd throngs
’Compass my steps in all their wrath;
Salvation to the Lord belongs: