1 Call Jehovah thy salvation,
rest beneath th'Almighty's shade;
in His secret habitation
dwell, and never be dismayed.
2 There no tumult shall alarm thee,
thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
guile nor violence can harm thee,
in eternal safeguard there.
3 From the sword at noonday wasting,
from the noisome pestilence,
in the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure defense.
4 Fear not thou the deadly quiver,
when a thousand feel the blow;
mercy shall thy soul deliver,
though ten thousand be laid low.
5 Only with thine eyes the anguish
of the wicked thou shalt see,
when by slow disease they languish,
when they perish suddenly.
6 Thee though winds and waves be swelling,
God, then hope, shall bear through all;
plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling,
thee no evil shall befall.
Source: Hymns to the Living God #311