INCARNATE God! the soul that knows Thy great, 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.
Angels, unseen, attend the saints, And bear them in their arms, To lift the spirit when it faints, And guard their life from harms.
The Lord Himself is ever nigh To them that love His name; Ready to save them when they cry, And put their foes to shame.
Burdens and changes are their lot Throughout their sojourn here; But since their Saviour changes not, What have His saints to fear?
John ewton, 1725-1807