PSALM 91. v. 9–16. Second Part. (C. M.) Protection from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and Deliverance.
I
Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Expos'd to every snare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place,
And try and trust his care.
II
No ill shall enter where you dwell;
Or if the plague come nigh,
And sweep the wicked down to hell,
'Twill raise his saints on high.
III
He'll give his angels charge to keep
Your feet in all their ways;
To watch your pillow while you sleep,
And guard your happy days.
IV
Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall
And dash against the stones:
Are they not servants at his call,
And sent t'attend his sons?
V
Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter's wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpent's head
Puts him beneath your feet.
VI
‘Because on me they set their love
‘I'll save them,’ saith the Lord;
‘I'll bear their joyful souls above
‘Destruction and the sword.
VII
‘My grace shall answer when they call;
‘In trouble I'll be nigh;
‘My power shall help them when they fall,
‘And raise them when they die.
VIII
‘Those that on earth my name have known,
‘I'll honour them in heaven;
‘There my salvation shall be shown,
‘And endless life be given.’
