Psalm 91

1. Those dwelling in the hiding place / Of God Most High shall tarry / Beneath the shadows of His grace; / His goodness will not vary. / My Fortress when I am beset, / My Rock: I trust Him ever, / For He will from the fowler’s net / His faithful ones deliver. /

2. He’ll save you from the pestilence, / His wings as shelter lending. / His pinions are your sure defense, / His truth a shield unbending. / At night you will not fear the gloom, / Nor, during day, the arrow, / Nor havoc that may spread at noon, / Nor nights of plagues and sorrow. /

3. A thousand at your side may fall, / But you’ll be safely guarded; / When tens of thousands die in all, / You’ll see the foe rewarded. / Since you the LORD your refuge made, / Your rock and habitation, / No evil shall your tents invade, / Nor plague and tribulation. / Dewey Westra, 1961, & William Helder, 1972