6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick and scatter midnight death, Israel is safe; the poison'd air Grows pure if Israel's God be there. PAUSE. 7 What though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand dy'd, Thy God his chosen people saves Amongst the dead, amidst the graves. 8 So when he sent his angel down To make his wrath in Egypt known, And slew their sons, his careful eye Pass'd all the doors of Jacob by. 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord To strike his saints among the rest, Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence or fire Shall but fulfil their best desire, From sins and sorrows set them free, And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Psalm 91:2. 1-16. Second Part. 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." Psalm 92:1. First Part. A psalm for the Lord's day. 1 Sweet is the work, my God my King, To praise thy Name, give thanks and sing, To shew thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound! 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, and bless his word; Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish, till thy breath Blast them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refin'd my heart, And fresh supplies of joy are shed Like holy oil, to cheer my head. 6 Sin, (my worst enemy before) Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again. 7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know, All I desir'd or wish'd below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.