In the Hands of the Master

Fret not ye lonely pilgrim,
You're in the Master's care,
His angels, they have charge of you,
Both here and everywhere;

It is because you trust in Him,
His promise He fulfills,
To shelter you from evils harm,
According to His will;

You lie in safety in His wing,
A refuge for the night,
And you'll not fear the cries of hell,
For He will hold you tight;

And if you hear Him call your name,
Which He will surely do,
Just answer, "Here and I", dear Lord,
For He alone loves you.

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