That Man No Guard Or Weapon Needs


That man no guard or weapon needs,
Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows;
But safe may pass, if duty leads,
Through burning sands or mountain snows.

Released from guilt he feels no fear,
Redemption is his shield and tower;
He sees his Savior always near
To help in every trying hour.

Though I am weak, and Satan strong,
And often to assault me tries;
When Jesus is my shield and song,
Abashed the wolf before me flies.

His love possessing, I am blest,
Secure whatever change may come;
Whither I go to east or west,
With him I still shall be at home.

If placed beneath the northern pole,
Though winter reigns with vigor there;
His gracious beams would cheer my soul,
And make a spring throughout the year.

Or if the desert’s sun-burnt soil,
My lonely dwelling e’er should prove,
His presence would support my toil,
Whose smile is life, whose voice is love.

The Christian’s duty, exhibited in a series of hymns,