1 They, that have made their refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest their head.
2 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire:
God is their life; his wings are spread,
To shield them 'midst ten thousand dead.
3 If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison'd air
Again grows pure, if God be there.
4 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.
5 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.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #32
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|The Cyber Hymnal #2342||He That Hath Made His Refuge God||He that hath made his refuge God||ST. JOHN'S HIGHLANDS||Isaac Watts||LM||<cite>The Psalms of David</cite>, 1719|