1 He that hath made his refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.
2 Then will I say, "my God, thy pow'r
"Shall be my fortress and my tow'r;
"I that am form'ed of feeble dust
"Make thine almighty arm my trust."
3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care
Shall keep thee from the fowler’s snare;
From Satan's wiles, who still betrays
Unguarded souls a thousand ways.
4 Just as a hen protects her brood,
From birds of prey that seek their blood,
The Lord his faithful saints shall guard,
And endless life he their reward.
5 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.
6 If vapours with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
Isr'el is safe: the poison'd air
Grows pure, if Isr'El’s God be there.
7 What tho' a thousand at thy side,
Around thy path ten thousand dY'd,
Thy God his chosen people saves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.
8 So when he sent his Angel down
To make his wrath in Egypt known,
And slew their sons, his careful eye
Passed all the doors of Jacob by.
9 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.
10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire.
From sins and sorrows set them free
And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.
Part II.
11 Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Expos'd to ev'ry snare,
Come make the Lord your dwelling place,
And try and trust his care.
12 No ill shall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,
'Twill raise the saints on high.
13 He'll give his angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.
14 Their hands shall bear you lest you fall
And dash against the stones;
Are they not servants at his call,
And sent t'attend his sons?
15 Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter's wiles defeat:
He that hath broke the serpent's head
Puts him beneath your feet.
16 "Because on me they set their love,
"I'll save them saith the Lord:
"I'll bear their joyful souls above,
"Destruction and the sword.
17 "My grace shall answer when they call,
"In trouble I'll be nigh;
"My pow'r shall help them when they fall,
"And raise them when they die.
18 "Those that on earth my name have known,
"I'll honour them in heav'n;
"There my salvation shall be shown,
"And endless life be giv'n."
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