XCI. Happy the souls who trust in God

1 Happy the souls who trust in God;
They find a most secure abode;
They walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night they rest their head.

2 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,
God is their life, his wings are spread
To shield them with a healthful shade.

3 If vapours, with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
The saints safe; the poison'd air
Grows pure; for God himself is there.
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First Line: Happy the souls who trust in God
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Topic: Confidence and Resignation: God our Safety in Danger
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