Olney Hymns (1840)/Book 1/Hymn 47
47.
The Believer's Safety.—Psalm xci.
1 Incarnate God! the soul that knows
Thy name's mysterious power
Shall dwell in undisturb'd repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.
Thy name's mysterious power
Shall dwell in undisturb'd repose,
Nor fear the trying hour.
2 Thy wisdom, faithfulness, and love,
To feeble, helpless worms,
A buckler and a refuge prove
From enemies and storms.
To feeble, helpless worms,
A buckler and a refuge prove
From enemies and storms.
3 In vain the fowler spreads his net,
To draw them from thy care;
Thy timely call instructs their feet
To shun the artful snare.
To draw them from thy care;
Thy timely call instructs their feet
To shun the artful snare.
4 When, like a baneful pestilence,
Sin mows its thousands down,
On every side, without defence,
Thy grace secures thine own.
Sin mows its thousands down,
On every side, without defence,
Thy grace secures thine own.
5 No midnight terrors haunt their bed,
No arrow wounds by day;
Unhurt on serpents they shall tread,
If found in duty's way.
No arrow wounds by day;
Unhurt on serpents they shall tread,
If found in duty's way.
6 Angels, unseen, attend the saints,
And bear them in their arms,
To cheer the spirit when it faints,
And guard their life from harms.
And bear them in their arms,
To cheer the spirit when it faints,
And guard their life from harms.
7 The angels' Lord himself is nigh
To them that love his name,—
Ready to save them when they cry,
And put their foes to shame.
To them that love his name,—
Ready to save them when they cry,
And put their foes to shame.
8 Crosses and changes are their lot
Long as they sojourn here;
But since their Saviour changes not,
What have the saints to fear?
Long as they sojourn here;
But since their Saviour changes not,
What have the saints to fear?