1 Happy the souls who trust in God;
They find a most secure abode;
They walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night they 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 with a healthful shade.
3 If vapours, with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
The saints safe; the poison'd air
Grows pure; for God himself is there.
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First Line: | Happy the souls who trust in God |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | Confidence and Resignation: God our Safety in Danger |
Notes: | Public Domain. |