Psalm 121Words: Isaac Watts Divine protection. 1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives; There my Almighty refuge lives. 2 He lives; the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heav'ns with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smiles bless all the day; He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps The silent hours while Isr'el sleeps. 4 Isr'el, a name divinely blessed, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise. 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far. 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return, Safe in the Lord; his heav'nly care Defends thy life from ev'ry snare. 7 On thee foul spirits have no power; And in thy last departing hour, Angels that trace the airy road Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. Preservation by day and night. 1 To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid: The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid. 2 Their feet shall never slide to fall Whom he designs to keep; His ear attends the softest call, His eyes can never sleep. 3 He will sustain our weakest powers With his almighty arm, And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm. 4 Isr'el, rejoice, and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard. 5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night. 6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come: Go, and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home. As the 148th Psalm. (Hallelujah Metre) God our preserver. 1 Upward I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made: God is the tower To which I fly; His grace is nigh In ev'ry hour. 2 My feet shall never slide And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears: Those wakeful eyes That never sleep Shall Isr'el keep, When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day Nor blasts of ev'ning air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there: Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not giv'n thy word To save my soul from death ? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath: I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. |
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