A poem based off of Psalm 91

Hail gracious source of every good,
Our Savior and defense,
Thou art our glory and our shield,
Our help and confidence.

When anxious cares disturb the breast,
When threatening foes are night,
To Thee we pour our deep complaint,
To Thee for succor fly.

Blest tower of strength, exalted rock,
Whence living waters flow,
Jesus our Lord, the only hope
Of fallen man below.

To Thee we heavy laden come,
To Thee our sorrows bring;
Oh hear! And save us from the storm,
Beneath Thy sheltering wing.

Written by Harriett Auber in 1829, Our Own Hymn Book

Absolutely beautiful poem. Don't you think? :-)