THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM CXXI

If to the Hills I lift mine Eyes, From whence should come mine Aid? My Help doth from Iehovah come; Who Heav'n, and Earth, hath made. He'll keep thy Feet from dang'rous Falls; Thy Guardian never sleeps. Nor Sleep, nor Slumber, touch the Eyes, Of him that Isr'el keeps. The Lord's thy Keeper, he, thy Shade, Stands by thee on thy Right; Lest scorching Sun offend by Day; Or Moon's cold Damps by Night. The Lord shall keep thee from all Harms; Preserve thy Soul from Ill. Thy going out; and coming in, Keeps now, and ever will.