Psalm 121 (Tate & Brady)

1 To Zion's hill I lift my eyes,

from thence expecting aid;

2 From Zion's hill, and Zion's God,

who heav'n and earth has made.

3 Then thou, my soul, in safety rest,

thy Guardian will not sleep;

4 His watchful care, that Israel guards,

will Israel's monarch keep.

5 Sheltered beneath th' Almighty's wings

thou shalt securely rest,

6 Where neither sun nor moon shall thee

by day or night molest.

7 From common accidents of life

his care shall guard thee still;

8 From the blind strokes of chance, and foes

that lie in wait to kill.

9 At home, abroad, in peace, in war,

thy God shall thee defend;

Conduct thee through life's pilgrimage

safe to thy journey's end.