1 Call Jehovah thy salvation,
rest beneath th'Almighty's shade;
in His secret habitation
dwell, and never be dismayed.
There no tumult shall alarm thee,
thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
guile nor violence can harm thee
in eternal safeguard there.

2 From the sword at noonday wasting,
from the noisome pestilence,
in the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure defense.
Fear not thou the deadly quiver,
when a thousand feel the blow;
mercy shall thy soul deliver,
tho' ten thousand be laid low.

3 Only with thine eyes the anguish
of the wicked thou shalt see,
when by slow disease they languish,
when they perish suddenly.
Thee, tho' winds and waves be swelling,
God, thine hope, shall bear thro' all;
plague shall not come nigh thy dwelling,
thee no evil shall befall.