THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM XCI

He that, the Highest's secret Place, His sure Retreat, has made, Secure shall rest, from threat'ning Ills, Beneath th' Almighty's Shade. Of this Iehovah, I will say, "He is my Refuge high, "My strong Munition, and my God; "On him I will rely. Surely; he shall deliver thee, Out of the Fowler's Snare; And save thee, when the noisome Plague Infects the vital Air. His Feathers shall thee cover o'er, His Wings Protection yield; His never-failing Truth shall be Thy Buckler, and thy Shield. Thou shalt no nightly Terrors fear; Nor Shafts that fly by Day: No fatal Plague, that darkly walks; Nor Noon's malignant Ray. Thousands shall fall around thee slain; Yet shall it not touch thee. Thine Eyes shall only this behold, And Sinners Portion see.