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