Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
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.