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BOOK I. 1 INCARNATE God ! the soul that knows Thy name s mysterious power Shall dwell in undisturb d repose, Nor fear the trying hour.

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

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

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

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

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

7 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.

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