Call the Lord thy sure salvation, Rest beneath the Almighty’s shade; In His secret habitation Dwell, nor ever be dismayed! | There no tumult can alarm thee, Thou shalt dread no hidden snare, Guile nor violence shall harm thee, In eternal safeguard there. | There, though winds and waves are swelling, God, thy hope, shall bear through all; Plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling, Thee no evil shall befall. | He shall charge His angel legions Watch and ward o’er thee to keep, Though thou walk through hostile regions, Though in desert wilds thou sleep. | Since, with pure and firm affection, Thou on God hast set thy love, With the wings of His protection He shall shield thee from above. | |