Psalm 121.
UP to those bright, and gladsome hils
Whence flowes my weal, and mirth,
I look, and sigh for him, who fils
(Unseen,) both heaven, and earth.
He is alone my help, and hope,
that I shall not be moved,
His watchful Eye is ever ope,
And guardeth his beloved;
The glorious God is my sole stay,
He is my Sun, and shade,
The cold by night, the heat by day,
Neither shall me invade.
He keeps me from the spite of foes,
Doth all their plots controul,
And is a shield (not reckoning those,)
Unto my very soul.
Whether abroad, amidst the Crowd,
Or els within my door,
He is my Pillar, and my Cloud,
Now, and for evermore.