1. He that has 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, your pow’r
Shall be my fortress, and my tow’r;
I that am formed of feeble dust
Make Your almighty arm my trust.”
3. Oh happy man! your Maker’s care
Shall keep you 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 be 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,
Israel is safe; the poisoned air
Grows pure, if Israel’s God be there.
7. What though a thousand at thy side,
Around thy path ten thousand died,
Thy God his chosen people saves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.
Author: Isaac Watts (Psalm 91:1-7)
Composer: Nova Scotian folksong
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