Another (That man no guard or weapons…)

That man no guard or weapons needs Whose heart the blood of Jesus knows; But safe may pass, if duty leads, Through burning sands or mountain snows.

Released from guilt, he feels no fear; Redemption is his shield and tower; He sees his Saviour always near To help in every trying hour.

Though I am weak, and Satan strong, And often to assault me tries, When Jesus is my shield and song, Abash’d the wolf before me flies.

His love possessing, I am blest, Secure whatever change may come: Whether I go to east or west, With him I still shall be at home.

If placed beneath the northern pole, Though winter reigns with rigour there, His gracious beams would cheer my soul, And make a spring throughout the year.

Or if the desert’s sun-burnt soil My lonely dwelling e’er should prove, His presence would support my toil, Whose smile is life—whose voice is love.