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Some put their trust in chariots –
In military power
Some put their trust in horses’ strength
As tho wealth will win the hour
Some put their trust in politics
In human institutions
Or in religious moral reform
To counter sin’s pollutions
But none of these can win the day
None else can set us free
None but the name of Christ our Lord
The Tower where Christ’s own flee
How soon we faint along the way
When met with Satan’s forces
That resonate with inward sin
To woo from righteous courses
Then to defend our Savior flies
His Spirit quick within
His Word reminding, light’ng, guiding
The victory to win
‘Tis only when we fail to run
To hide within The Tower
We fall beneath the foul attack
And fail for lack of power.
Oh wounded, weary Christian hear
You’re Christ’s and not forsaken
He’ll lift you up on eagle’s wings
Tho by darkness now betaken
Fear not the shadow cast by death
When walking in the Valley
His rod and staff will comfort you
He’ll not delay but rally
Look for nought of earth’s supply
To meet the dread hour’s need
The bosom of your Savior’s safe
He’ll cover, guide and plead
And what of any prayer of His
Will go without reply?
The Son pleads with His Father
Our good, His constant cry
Some put their trust in chariots
Or in horses, man’s supply
But I will trust in Him alone
Who for me, bled and died.
ResponsiveReiding 
Reid: Is this a “Reid original”? You did not indicate who the author was, so I must assume so. Has anyone put this to music, or tied it to a familiar hymn tune? If not, it should be!
Thanks Jack – always good to hear from you brother. I hope all is well there. To answer your question, yes, this is one of mine. I was jogged in Sunday School this week as one of our elders taught and this came tumbling out. I’d LOVE to see it set to music.
Love ya man!
Reid: The meter for most of your poem is 8.7.8.7. I have marked the lines below that deviate from this meter. If they can somehow be adjusted (number of syllables) from the current number I have indicated in parentheses to the left of the arrow to the number I have indicated to the right of the arrow, then there are several familiar hymn tunes that will work. I have made suggestions within the parentheses for how this might be accomplished. For example:
Dominus Regit Me, by John B. Dykes (“The King of Love My Shepherd Is”)
Galilee, by William H. Jude (“Jesus Calls Us; o’er the Tumult”)
Rathbun, by Ithamar Conkey (“In the Cross of Christ I Glory”)
Wellesley, by Lizzie S. Tourjee (“There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy”)
Wycliff, by John Stainer (“All for Jesus! All for Jesus!”)
Some put their trust in chariots –
In military power
Some put their trust in horses’ strength
As tho wealth will win the hour
Some put their trust in politics
In human institutions
Or in religious moral reform (9 > 8; delete “Or”)
To counter sin’s pollutions
But none of these can win the day
None else can set us free (6 > 7; “No one”)
None but the name of Christ our Lord
The Tower where Christ’s own flee
How soon we faint along the way
When met with Satan’s forces
That resonate with inward sin
To woo from righteous courses
Then to defend our Savior flies
His Spirit quick within (6 > 7; “…within us”)
His Word reminding, light’ng, guiding (9 > 8; “reminds”)
The victory to win (6 > 7; “great victory”)
‘Tis only when we fail to run
To hide within The Tower
We fall beneath the foul attack
And fail for lack of power.
Oh wounded, weary Christian hear
You’re Christ’s and not forsaken
He’ll lift you up on eagle’s wings
Tho by darkness now betaken (8 > 7; “taken”)
Fear not the shadow cast by death
When walking in the Valley
His rod and staff will comfort you
He’ll not delay but rally
Look for nought of earth’s supply (7 > 8; “nothing”)
To meet the dread hour’s need (6 > 7; sing “hour’s” as 2 syllables, i.e,, “Hour-r’s,” pronounced how-ers)
The bosom of your Savior’s safe
He’ll cover, guide and plead (6 > 7; “He will…”)
And what of any prayer of His
Will go without reply? (6 > 7; “without a reply”)
The Son pleads with His Father (7 > 8; “His great Father”)
Our good, His constant cry (6 > 7; pronounce “Our” as 2 syllables, i.e., ow-er)
Some put their trust in chariots
Or in horses, man’s supply
But I will trust in Him alone
Who for me, bled and died. (6 > 7; “…me, came, bled…”)
These are just suggestions. You make have much better ideas about how to make this meter work. I get excited when pastors and theologians are also poets and hymn writers! Well done! If you want I can send these suggestions to you in a MS Word file.
Jack, you are too much. Emandation forthcoming.