Poems of home and country :: :: University of Virginia Library

The man who dwells
Beneath Thy shade, Most High,
Shall in Thy love abide;
Thy grace dispels
His fears, when storms are nigh;
Thou dost His footsteps guide.
The Lord from pestilence will guard Thee,
And no temptation shall retard thee;
'T is God that heals.

Beneath His wing
Thy steadfast soul shall trust;
His truth shall be thy shield,
Tho' death should bring
His thousands to the dust,
And fainting hope should yield;
Tho' dark disease should hover by thee,
No hurtful damp shall e'er come nigh thee,
Nor sorrow sting.

Because thy heart
Hath made its refuge God,
No woe shall thee befall;
No poisoned dart,
No desolating rod,
Shall mix thy life with gall;
But angels in their hands shall bear thee
Above the foes that would ensnare thee,
And peace impart.

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Because the soul
Hath set on Me his love,
I will from danger save;
And peace shall roll
By him whom I approve,
Its soft and soothing wave,
His voice shall call, and I will hear him,
And in his trouble will be near him
Till joy be full.