Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#171

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

1 Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Expos'd to every 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 power shall help them when they fall,
"And raise them when they die.

8 "Those that on earth my name have known,
"I'll honour them in heaven;
"There my salvation shall be shown,
"And endless life be given."

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: 1787
• Scripture:
  Psalm 91:9-16
• Topic: Angels: guardian; Pestilence: preservation in it; Preservation: in public dangers; Psalm: for the Lord's day

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