Who Hath His Dwelling Made
Who hath his Dwelling made, beneath th’Almighty’s Shade,
Shall securely there abide:
Thus to my Soul I’ll say, He is my Tow’r and Stay,
In thee, LORD, I will confide.
His tender Love and Care, Shall free thee from the Snare,
And the noisome Pestilence;
His shelt’ring Wings he’ll spread, O’er thy unguarded Head,
And his Truth is thy Defence.
No Terrors of the Night, Shall thy firm courage fright,
Nor the Shafts that fly by Day;
Nor secret Plague that kills, Nor those infectious Ills,
Which in hottest Season slay:
Near thee ten Thousand die, And strew’d around thee lie,
Whilst thy Health untouch’d remains;
Thou shalt look on and see, Their sad Catastrophe,
Counting still the Sinners Gains.
Because with Confidence, On GOD, for thy Defence,
Thou most firmly didst rely;
Therefore no Sickness shall, Upon thy Dwelling fall,
Nor shall any Plague draw nigh:
For GOD, throughout thy Days, To guard thee in thy Ways,
To his Angels gives Commands;
And they, lest thou should’st meet, Rough Stones to wound thy Feet,
Shall convey thee in their Hands.
In Safety he shall go; Lions and Dragons too,
Underneath his Feet shall lie;
Because he honour’d me, Saith GOD, I’ll set him free,
And will place his Throne on high:
Whatever Ill befalls, I’ll answer when he calls,
And increase his Pow’r and Wealth;
And when in Calm Content, His happy Life is spent,
Him I’ll crown with saving Health.