One sets the Lord before them, ever near,
a constant light that holds through every hour.
No fleeting fear, no gathering doubt appears
where divine presence calms the restless power.

At their right hand the Sovereign stands secure,
an unshakable pillar when foundations sway.
Though tempests rage and shifting seasons scar,
they stand unmoved, held steady in that sway.

What tremor dares assail a soul so stayed?
What shadow falls where heaven’s anchor lies?
Each step they take is firm, each breath arrayed
in quiet strength beneath unchanging skies.

Let empires rise and crumble into dust,
let ages turn and stars forget their name—
through every trial, every trial’s thrust,
their heart remains, forever in His claim.

The world may spin in wild and furious play—
they shall not ever be moved, come what may.