The Psalms of David ‎#XCIb

XCIb. Protection from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and Deliverance

1 Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Expos'd to ev'ry snare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling-place,
And try and trust his care.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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?

5 Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter's wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpent's head,
Puts him beneath your feet.

6 "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.

7 "My grace shall answer when they call;
"In trouble I'll be nigh;
"My pow'r shall help them when they fall,
"And raise them when they die.

8 "Those that on earth my name have known
"I'll honor them in heav'n;
"There my salvation shall be shown,
"And endless life be giv'n."

Text Information

• First Line: Ye sons of men, a feeble race
• Title: Protection from Death, Guard of Angels, Victory and Deliverance
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1780
• Scripture:
  Psalm 91:9-16

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