Hymn No. 104
He that hath made his refuge, God,
Hath found a most secure abode:
Will walk all day beneath His shade,
And safely rest at night his head.
If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,
God is a Rock, whose ample shade
Around His Isr'el's tents is spread.
If vapours, with their pois'nous breath,
Rise thick and scatter midnight death,
Isr'el is safe; the poison'd air
Grows pure, if Isr'el's God be there.
Then let them ay, our God Thy power
Shall be our fortress and our tower;
Though we be form'd of feeble dust,
Still in Thy Spirit make us trust.