Psalm 91:1 - 8

He that dwells in the secret place

Of the Most High shall abide

Under the shadow of the almighty;

God shall be his great reside.

I will say of the Lord, my refuge

My fortress and: my God

In him will I always trust

He has become my staff and rod.

Surely he shall deliver you

From the snare that the fowler has set,

From the pestilence and disease

For the Lord, is the Master yet !

You shall not be afraid of the terror by night

Nor of the arrow that flies by day;

Nor of the pestilence which walks in the darkness

Nor of the destruction that wastes at noonday.

A thousand shall fall at your right hand -

And ten thousand at your right side

But it shall not come near you at all

For you abide in the promised land.

Only with your eyes shall you watch

And see the wicked's reward,

Because have made my refuge -

Your habitation, even the LORD.

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