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Psalm 121

 Divine protection.
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives; There my Almighty refuge lives.
He lives; the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heav'ns with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead.
He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smiles bless all the day; He spreads the evening veil, and keeps The silent hours while Isr'el sleeps.
Isr'el, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise.
No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far.
Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return, Safe in the Lord; his heav'nly care Defends thy life from every snare.
On thee foul spirits have no power; And in thy last departing hour, Angels that trace the airy road Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

Poem by Isaac Watts
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