1 They that hath made their refuge God
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest their head.
2 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,
God is their life; his wings are spread,
To shield them 'midst ten thousand dead.
3 If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
Still they are safe; the poison'd air
Again grows pure, if God be there.
4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord
To strike his saints among the rest,
Their very pains and deaths are blest.
5 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfill their best desire;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord! to thee.
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First Line: | They that have made their refuge God |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Divine Providence and Government |