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I: Incarnate God! the soul that knows / Thy name's mysterious power / Shall dwell in undisturb'd repose, / Nor fear the trying hour.
II: Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love, / To feeble, helpless worms, / A buckler and a refuge prove / From enemies and storms.
III: In vain the fowler spreads his net, / To draw them from thy care; / Thy timely call instructs their feet / To shun the artful snare.
IV: When, like a baneful pestilence, / Sin mows its thousands down, / On every side, without defence, / Thy grace secures thine own.
V: No midnight terrors haunt their bed, / No arrow wounds by day; / Unhurt on serpents they shall tread, / If found in duty's way.
VI: Angels, unseen, attend the saints, / And bear them in their arms, / To cheer the spirit when it faints, / And guard their life from harms.
VII: The angels' Lord himself is nigh / To them that love his name --
Ready to save them when they cry, / And put their foes to shame.
VIII: Crosses and changes are their lot / Long as they sojourn here; / But since their Saviour changes not, / What have the saints to fear?