|91 (1)||Psalm 91 Version 1||CM|
|THERE is a safe and secret place
Beneath the wings divine
Reserved for all the heirs of grace,
O! be that refuge mine!
|2||The least, the feeblest there may hide
Uninjured and unawed;
While thousands fall on every side,
They rest secure in God.
|3||The angels watch them on their way,
And aid with friendly arm;
And Satan, roaring for his prey,
May hate, but cannot harm.
|4||They feed in pastures large and fair,
Of love and Truth divine;
O child of God, O glory’s heir,
How rich a lot is thine!
|5||A hand almighty to defend,
An ear for every call,
An honoured life, a peaceful end,
And Heaven to crown it all!
|Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847|