Songs of defense my soul surround,

As if all saints encamped about

One trusting heart, pursued by doubt.

2 And O, how solemn, yet how sweet,

Their one assured, persuasive strain!

“The Lord of hosts is thy retreat,

Still in his hands thy times remain.”

O tender word! O truth divine!

Lord, I am altogether thine;

I have bowed down, I need not flee;