The Lord doth give His constant care;
Therefore fear not the evil snare
That may be placed before thy feet.
God is a refuge sure and sweet
Wherein His child may safely hide,
And there in peace and love abide.
Fear not the missile, though it go
Swift as the wind from error's bow.
The pestilence of war may fly
O'er land and sea, or through the sky,
But God controls the arrow's flight
And shields thee through each day and night.
A thousand at thy side may fall,
But fear thou not, for over all
The wings of Love divine are spread;
God gives a cover for thy head,
And buckler strong. And thou shalt see
That evil hath no power o'er thee.
