That Man No Guard or Weapons Needs

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.