Who with God Most High finds shelter In th'Almighty's shadow hides To the Lord I'll say, "My Refuge!" In my God my trust abides From the fowler's snare He'll save you From the deadly pestilence Cover you with outspread pinions Make His wings your confidence God's own truth, your shield and buckler You will fear no ill by night Nor the shafts in daylight flying Nor disease that shuns the light Nor the plague that wastes at noonday At your side ten thousand fall You will only see this judgment Which rewards the wicked all You have made the Lord your refuge God Most High your dwelling-place Nothing evil shall befall you In your tent no scourge you'll face He will angels charge to keep you Guard you well in all your ways In their hands they will uphold you Lest your foot a stone should graze