515 | Psalm 91 | CM | |
INCARNATE God! the soul that knows Thy great, mysterious power, Shall dwell in undisturbed repose, Nor fear the trying hour. |
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2 | Thy wisdom, faithfulness and love To feeble, helpless worms, A buckler and a refuge prove, From enemies and storms. |
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3 | Angels, unseen, attend the saints, And bear them in their arms, To lift the spirit when it faints, And guard their life from harms. |
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4 | The Lord Himself is ever nigh To them that love His name; Ready to save them when they cry, And put their foes to shame. |
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5 | Burdens and changes are their lot Throughout their sojourn here; But since their Saviour changes not, What have His saints to fear? |
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John Newton, 1725-1807 |