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The Believers Safety.—Psalm xci.
1 INCARNATE God ! the soul that knows
Thy name s mysterious power
Shall dwell in undisturb d repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.
2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love,
To feeble, helpless worms,
A buckler and a refuge prove
From enemies and storms.
3 In vain the fowler spreads his net,
To draw them from thy care ;
Thy timely call instructs their feet
To shun the artful snare.
4 When, like a baneful pestilence,
Sin mows its thousands down,
On every side, without defence,
Thy grace secures thine own.
5 No midnight terrors haunt their bed,
No arrow wounds by day ;
Unhurt on serpents they shall tread,
If found in duty s way.
6 Angels, unseen, attend the saints,
And bear them in their arms,
To cheer the spirit when it faints,
And guard their life from harms.
7 The angels Lord himself is nigh
To them that love his name,
Ready to save them when they cry,
And put their foes to shame.
8 Crosses and changes are their lot
Long as they sojourn here ;
But since their Saviour changes not,
What have the saints to fear ?
