And will defend thee from the curséd Fiend.
Thou need'st not fear the roaring Lion's rage,
Since God Almighty doth himself engage
To bear thy Soul in everlasting Arms,
Above the reach of all destructive harms.
Whatever here thy sufferings may be,
Yet from them all the Lord shall rescue thee.
He will preserve thee by his wond'rous Might
Unto that rich Inheritance in Light.
O sing for joy, all ye Regenerate,