That man no guard or weapons needs, Whose heart the blood of JESUS knows; But safe may pass, if duty leads, Through burning sands or mountain snows. | Released from guilt he feels no fear, Redemption is his shield and tow’r; He sees his Savior always near To help, in every trying hour. | Though I am weak and Satan strong, And often to assault me tries; When Jesus is my shield and song, Abashed the wolf before me flies. | His love possessing I am blest, Secure whatever change may come; Whether I go to East or West, With him I still shall be at home. | If placed beneath the northern pole, Though winter reigns with rigor there; His gracious beams would cheer my soul, And make a spring throughout the year. | Or if the deserts sun–burnt soil, My lonely dwelling e’er should prove; His presence would support my toil, Whose smile is life, whose voice is love. | |