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 Sav­ior 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,
Abashed 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 ri­gor 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.