He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of
The Almighty
I will say to the LORD, "My refuge
And my fort; my God I trust"
For he'll save you from the fowler's snare
From the deadly pestilence
He will cover you with his pinions
You'll take refuge under his wings
And his truth is a shield and buckler
You will never be afraid
Not of terror that comes at nighttime
Nor by day of the arrow's flight
Not of plague that walks in darkness
Nor disease that destroys when the sun is at its height
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of
The Almighty
A thousand may fall beside you
And ten thousand at your right
It won't come near to you; you will only look
See the wicked repaid in your sight
For you made the LORD your refuge
The Most High my dwelling place
No evil will come upon you
Near your tent will come no plague
For his angels he will command for you
To guard you in all your ways
They will lift you up on their hands
So that even a stone your foot will never graze
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of
The Almighty
You will tread on the lion and adder
Trample serpents, lions young
He has loved me, so I will save him
Him exalt; for he knows my name
When he calls to me I will answer him
In distress I am with him
I will rescue him and honor him
Fill him up with long life, my salvation show to him
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High
Will abide in the shadow of
The Almighty