Hymn No. 104

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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.