Another

I

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.

II

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.

III

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.

IV

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.

V

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.

VI

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.