Psalm CXXI. Com. Metre. Divine preservation

From Zion's hill, my help descends, To God I lift mine eyes; My strength alone on him depends, Who built the earth and skies.

He, ever watchful, ever nigh, Forbids my feet to slide; No sleep, nor slumber seals the eye Of Israel's faithful guide.

He will sustain my feeble powers, With his almighty arm; And watch my most unguarded hours Against all fatal harm.

Then let my soul securely rest, My guardian is the Lord; His power which makes my slumber blest, Protection will afford.

Nor scorching sun nor sickly moon, Will he permit to smite; He shields my head from burning noon, From noxious damps by night.

At home, abroad, in peace, in war, God will my life defend; Conduct me free from every snare, Safe to my journey's end.