ALL Jehovah thy salvation, Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; In His secret habitation Dwell, nor ever be dismay'd: Guile nor violence can harm thee. From the sword at noon-day wasting, When a thousand feel the blow; Though ten thousand be laid low. He will shield thee from above: He will hearken, He will save, How good and pleasant must it be To thank the Lord most high; With every morning's early dawn His goodness to relate; And of His constant truth each night The glad effects repeat! For through Thy wondrous works, O Lord, Thou mak'st my heart rejoice; The thoughts of them shall make me glad, N. V. WITH glory clad, with strength array'd, The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns, The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure, And they that in Thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel. N. V. |