Incarnate God! The Soul That Knows

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 de­fense

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?