If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison’d air
Again grows pure, if God be there

Psalm 91 Poetry Part I
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If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison’d air
Again grows pure, if God be there
I’m but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear