He that doth in the secret place of the most High reside, Under the shade of him that is th' Almighty shall abide.
Thou art my hiding-place, thou shalt from trouble keep me free: Thou with songs of deliverance about shalt compass me.
For he in his pavilion shall me hide in evil days; In secret of his tent me hide, and on a rock me raise.
How precious is thy grace! Therefore in shadow of thy wings men's sons their trust shall place.
As th' apple of the eye me keep; in thy wings shade me close
In secret of thy presence thou shalt hide them from man's pride: From strife of tongues thou closely shalt, as in a tent, them hide.
The Lord thee keeps, the Lord thy shade on thy right hand doth stay:
Lord, thou hast been our dwelling-place in generations all.
Be merciful to me, O God; thy mercy unto me Do thou extend; because my soul doth put her trust in thee: Yea, in the shadow of thy wings my refuge I will place, Until these sad calamities do wholly overpass.
But I am in the house of God like to an olive green: My confidence for ever hath upon God's mercy been.
His soul shall dwell at ease; and his posterity Shall flourish still, and of the earth inheritors shall be.