The Man That Doth in Secret Place

The man that doth in sec­ret place

Of God Most High re­side

Beneath the shade of Him that is

Th’Al­migh­ty shall abide.

[Alternate first stan­za:

The man who in the sec­ret place

Of God Most High re­sides

Beneath the shade of Him that is

Th’Al­migh­ty Lord

abides.]

I of the Lord

my God

will say

He is my re­fuge still;

He is my fort­ress

and my God;

And trust in Him I will.

Assuredly He shall thee save

And give de­liv­er­ance

From cun­ning fowl­er’s snare

and from

The dead­ly pes­ti­lence.

His fea­thers shall thee hide; thy trust

Beneath His wings shall be;

His faith­ful­ness shall be a shield

And buck­ler un­to thee.

Thou shalt not need to be afraid

For ter­rors of the night

Nor for the ar­row that doth fly

By day

while it is light;

Nor for the pes­ti­lence

that walks

In dark­ness sec­ret­ly;

Nor for de­struct­ion

that doth waste

At noon-day op­en­ly.

The man who in the sec­ret place

Of God Most High re­sides

Beneath the shade of Him that is

Th’Al­migh­ty Lord

abides.]

I of the Lord

my God

will say

He is my re­fuge still;

He is my fort­ress

and my God;

And trust in Him I will.

Assuredly He shall thee save

And give de­liv­er­ance

From cun­ning fowl­er’s snare

and from

The dead­ly pes­ti­lence.

His fea­thers shall thee hide; thy trust

Beneath His wings shall be;

His faith­ful­ness shall be a shield

And buck­ler un­to thee.

Thou shalt not need to be afraid

For ter­rors of the night

Nor for the ar­row that doth fly

By day

while it is light;

Nor for the pes­ti­lence

that walks

In dark­ness sec­ret­ly;

Nor for de­struct­ion

that doth waste

At noon-day op­en­ly.