Incarnate God! the soul that knows

The believer's safety  by John Newton


 * Incarnate God! the soul that knows
 * Thy name's mysterious power
 * Shall dwell in undisturbed repose,
 * Nor fear the trying hour.


 * Thy wisdom, faithfulness and love,
 * To feeble helpless worms;
 * A buckler and a refuge prove,
 * From enemies and storms.


 * In vain the fowler spreads his net,
 * To draw them from thy care;
 * Thy timely call instructs their feet,
 * To shun the artful snare.


 * When like a baneful pestilence,
 * Sin mows its thousands down
 * On every side, without defence,
 * Thy grace secures thine own.


 * No midnight terrors haunt their bed,
 * No arrow wounds by day;
 * Unhurt on serpents they shall tread,
 * If found in duty's way.


 * Angels, unseen, attend the saints,
 * And bear them in their arms;
 * To cheer the spirit when it faints,
 * And guard the life from harms.


 * 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.


 * Crosses and changes are their lot,
 * Long as they sojourn here;
 * But since their Savior changes not,
 * What have the saints to fear?