Songs of the Century ‎#93

93. No Evil Shall Befall Thee

1 “No evil shall befall thee,”
Words of a promise sure;
Take for thy rest the comfort blest,
The love that shall e'er endure.
Can he not with thee prevail?
His mercy not avail?
Thy heartsickness and thy sorrow he can cure.

2 “No evil shall befall thee,”
His are the winds that blow;
Storm, rack and cloud, in tempest loud,
O'er thy head in calm shall go.
‘Twas for thee the cruel thorn,
For thee the shame and scorn,
And for thee his precious blood did freely flow.

3 “No evil shall befall thee,”
Dear child, thou art his own;
Look where he stands, with outstretched hands,
Hear the depth of his pleading tone:
“I have suffered all for thee,
My child, come unto me,
Let my love prevail to bring thee to thy home.”

Text Information

• First Line: No evil shall befall thee
• Title: No Evil Shall Befall Thee
• Author: A. H. B.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1900

Tune Information

• Name: [No evil shall befall thee]
• Composer: A. H. Bradon