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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Believer's Safety</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Incarnate God! the soul that knows<br>Thy name's mysterious power<br>Shall dwell in undisturbed repose,<br>Nor fear the trying hour. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy wisdom, faithfulness and love,<br>To feeble helpless worms;<br>A buckler and a refuge prove,<br>From enemies and storms. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">In vain the fowler spreads his net,<br>To draw them from thy care;<br>Thy timely call instructs their feet,<br>To shun the artful snare. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When like a baneful pestilence,<br>Sin mows its thousands down<br>On every side, without defence,<br>Thy grace secures thine own. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No midnight terrors haunt their bed,<br>No arrow wounds by day;<br>Unhurt on serpents they shall tread,<br>If found in duty's way. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Angels, unseen, attend the saints,<br>And bear them in their arms;<br>To cheer the spirit when it faints,<br>And guard the life from harms. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The angels' Lord, himself is nigh,<br>To them that love his name;<br>Ready to save them when they cry,<br>And put their foes to shame. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=421591" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Crosses and changes are their lot,<br>Long as they sojourn here;<br>But since their Saviour changes not,<br>What have the saints to fear?</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=John+Newton">John Newton</a></strong></div>

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