THE BELIEVER'S HERITAGE
No care can come where God doth guard;
No ill befall whom he doth keep;
In safety hid, of trouble rid,
I lay me down in peace and sleep.
I wholly love thy holy name;
I hail with glee thy glorious will;
Where'er I go, 'tis joy to know
That thou, my King, art near me still.
Thy power immense, consummate, grand,