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P.XCI.I. He that hath made his refuge God

1 He that hath 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, thy pow'r
Shall be my fortress and my tow'r;
I that am form'ed of feeble dust
Make thine almighty arm my trust."

3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker’s care
Shall keep thee 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 he 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,
Isra'l is safe: the poison'd air
Grows pure, if Isra'l’s God be there.

7 What tho' a thousand at thy side,
Around thy path ten thousand died,
Thy God his chosen people saves
Amongst the dead, amidst the graves.

8 So when he sent his angel down
To make his wrath in Egypt known,
And slew their sons, his careful eye
Passed all the doors of Jacob by.

9 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.

10 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.

Text Information

• First Line: He that hath made his refuge God
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Scripture:
  Psalm 91:1-10
• Topic: Safety in Public Diseases and Danger

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