Am C Em
Grant us shelter O King of Saints!
Am C E E7
The devil has aimed his darts.
Am C Em Am
He follows the traces of every saint
C Dm Am
intending to pierce our hearts.
C F
He hates the children of Eve so much:
Am G C E
worn by the lies he speaks
Am C Em Am
in danger of giving ourselves away
C Dm Am
and losing the peace we seek.
Am C Em
Grant us shelter O King of Saints!
Am C E E7
In weariness and in pain
Am C Em Am
we slip all the snares he has set for us
C Dm Am
while quivering with the strain.
C F
Unbolt your portals O King of Saints!
Am G C E
May we come safely through,
Am C Em Am
and fasten the shutters and lock the doors,
C Dm Am
in safety at last with you!
Kevin Cawley