5 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. 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go and still return Safe in the Lord his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare. 7 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. Psalm 121:2. C. M. Preservation by day and night. 1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid: The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid. 2 Their feet shall never slide to fall Whom he designs to keep; His ear attends the softest call, His eyes can never sleep. 3 He will sustain our weakest powers With his almighty arm, And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm. 4 Israel, rejoice and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard. 5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night. 6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath Where thickest dangers come; Go and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home. Psalm 121:3. As the 148th Psalm. God our preserver. 1 Upward I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made: God is the tow'r To which I fly: His grace is nigh In every hour. 2 My feet shall never slide And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears: Those wakeful eyes That never sleep Shall Israel keep When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there. Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon. 4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath; I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home. Psalm 122:1. Going to church. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, "And keep the solemn day!" 2 I love her gates, I love the road: The church adorn'd with grace Stands like a palace built for God, To shew his milder face. 3 Up to her courts with joys unknown The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. 4 He hears our praises and complaints; And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice. 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts, and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest! 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns. Psalm 122:2. Proper Tune. Going to church.