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" But deliver us from Evil? 247
The wicked may assail,
The Tempter sorely try,
All earth's foundations fail,
All nature's springs be dry ; Yet God is in His holy shrine, And I am strong while He is mine.
His flock to Him is dear,
He watches them from high ;
He sends them trials here
To form them for the sky ; Hut safely will He tend and keep The humblest, feeblest, of His sheep.
His foes a season here
May triumph and prevail;
But ah ! the hour is near
When all their hopes must fail; While, like the sun, His saints shall rise, And shine with Him above the skies.
Henry Francis Lyte. 1834.
God is our Refuge, tried and proved,
Amid a stormy world ; We will not fear, though earth be moved,
And hills in ocean hurled.
The waves may roar, the mountains shake,
Our comforts shall not cease ; The Lord His saints will not forsake,
The Lord will give us peace.