Psalm XCI.
1
He that within the secret place
Of God most high doth dwell,
Beneath the shadow of his wings,
Shall be secured well.
2
Therefore I of the Lord will say,
He is my fence and fort:
He is my God, to whom alone,
For help I will resort.
3
He keeps thee from the fowlers snare,
And noisome pestilence:
His wings shall thy protection be,
His truth thy sure defence.
4
Thou shalt not fear the dart by day,
Nor terrors of the night:
Nor pestilence that walks about
In darkness or in light.
5
When thousands fall on either side,
It shall not come to thee:
But the reward of wicked men,
Thine eyes shall plainly see.
6
Because the Lord thy dwelling place,
And refuge thou didst call:
No plague shall nigh thy dwelling come,
Nor evil thee befall.
7
For he shall give his angels charge
To keep the safe from harms:
And lest thou stumble at a stone,
To bear thee in their arms.
8
The Lion and the Adder too.
Thou shalt securely tread:
Young lions thou shalt trample on,
And crush the dragons head.
9
Because he sets his love on me,
And trusteth in my name:
Therefore I will deliver him,
And will advance his fame.
10
His prayer I will surely grant,
When he on me shall call:
I will restore and raise him up,
When troubles him befal.
11
A life both long and prosperous,
I will on him bestow:
And that I am his Saviour,
His eyes shall see and know.
