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Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #77 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 They, that have 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 vapours 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 fulfil their best desire;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord! to thee.
Topics: Providence of God; The people of God safe
They, that have made their refuge God