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NINETY-FIRST PSALM

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 5, 1872

FromReview and Herald, Vol. 40, No. 21.

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NINETY-FIRST PSALM.

He that beneath thy shadow hides, And there Most High, unmoved abides, Thy saving grace shall see; There safe from harm may sit and sing: “My Refuge, Fortress, God and King! I trust alone in thee.”
He'll save thee from the fowler's snare, From noisome plagues, from tainted air, And thou shalt dwell at ease— Beneath his wings shalt find repose, And shield from all thy raging foes, And every dire disease.
No midnight fears shall break thy rest, No noonday plagues thy path infest, Nor aught thy peace disturb; No poisoned barb, no treacherous dart, Shall pierce thy fond, confiding heart, For he thy foes will curb.
Though at thy side a thousand lie, At thy right hand ten thousand die, Unharmed thou still shalt be; When God, upon the sinner's path, Shall pour the fury of his wrath, It shall not reach to thee.
Thy refuge is the Lord, Most High; To him in every trouble fly, To him thy sorrows tell: No evil then thyself shall harm, Nor every plague thy house alarm: Securely thou shalt dwell.
He'll give his angels charge to keep Thy trusting soul, awake, asleep, In all thy ways, secure; Their gentle hands shall bear thee on, Till all thy fears and foes are gone, And make thy footing sure.
The roaring lion thou shalt tread Beneath thy feet, nor shalt thou dread The serpent's deadly fangs; “Since thou hast set thy heart on me, I,” saith the Lord, “will set thee free From all thy grievous pangs.
“Thy prayer I'll hear, thy wants supply, Be with thee when distress is nigh, And all thy fears control; With length of days thy life I'll crown, And shower thy choicest blessings down, To fill thy longing soul.”
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