The Lord is a refuge for me, when I am sorely oppressed;
the Lord is a refuge in times of any trouble.
I do not walk alone in the fields of brambles and stubble,
or through broken plains obstructed by toppled rubble;
with the Lord's presence, and promise, I am in all moments blessed.
Although tormented by every sort of pest---
including skeptics' jeer and scoffers' jest---
I know that afflictions mean no more than a bubble
compared to the joy of eternally worshipful rest.
Starward