He That Has God His Guardian Made

He that has God his guar­di­an made

Shall

un­der the Al­migh­ty’s shade

Secure and un­dis­turbed ab­ide.

Thus to my soul of Him I’ll say

He is my fort­ress and my stay

My God

in whom I will con­fide.

His ten­der love and watch­ful care

Shall free thee from the fowl­er’s snare

And from the noi­some pes­ti­lence:

He ov­er thee His wings shall spread

And cov­er thy un­guard­ed head;

His truth shall be thy strong de­fense.

No ter­rors that sur­prise by night

Shall thy un­daunt­ed cour­age fright

Nor dead­ly shafts that fly by day;

Nor plague of un­known rise

that kills

In dark­ness

nor in­fect­ious ills

That in the hot­test sea­son slay.

A thou­sand at thy side shall die

At thy right hand ten thou­sand lie

While thy firm health un­touched re­mains;

Thou on­ly shalt look on and see

The wick­ed’s dis­mal tra­ge­dy

And count the sin­ner’s mourn­ful gains.

Because

with well-placed con­fi­dence

Thou mak’st the Lord thy sure de­fense

And on the high­est dost rely;

Therefore no ill shall thee be­fall

Nor to thy health­ful dwell­ing shall

Any in­fect­ious plague draw nigh.

For He

through­out thy hap­py days

To keep thee safe in all thy ways

Shall give His an­gels strict com­mands;

And they

lest thou should’st chance to meet

With some rough stone to wound thy feet

Shall bear thee safe­ly in their hands.

Dragons and asps

that thirst for blood

And li­ons roar­ing for their food

Beneath his con­quer­ing feet shall lie;

Because he loved and hon­ored Me

Therefore

says God

I’ll set him free

And fix his glo­ri­ous throne on high.

He’ll call; I’ll an­swer

when he calls

And res­cue him when ill be­falls;

Increase his hon­or and his wealth:

And when with un­dis­turbed con­tent

His long and hap­py life is spent

His end I’ll crown with sav­ing health.