My God, Thou art my Guide
A wander in a dark and desert ad desert land,
A stranger on a tempest-beaten strand,
My Father, lead me with a gentle hand;
Thou art my guide.
My God, Thou art my Shield?
In the fierce fight, amid un-numbered foes,
Assailed by fierce darts and furious blows,
Beneth Thy shelter I can safe repose.
Thou art my Shield.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing better than the armour of GOD.