Hymn CCLVII. Long Metre. Divine Preservation

To heaven my grateful soul ascends On God alone for help depends; His hand is my perpetual guard His grace the source of my reward.

The spreading skies by power divine In all their radiant glories shine; From his command, the solid earth And all its stores deriv'd their birth.

Inspected by his piercing eyes No threat'ning snares my soul surprize; My faithful guardian never sleeps, My trembling feet he safely keeps.

Protected by his powerful arm Should dreadful scenes our souls alarm, Our lives are safe; his heavenly care Defends us still from every snare.

He guides our feet, directs our way, His morning smiles enliven day; And when the sun withdraws the light His presence cheers the shades of night.