Classic Poem

Psalm 121

Beyond the mountains hoary brow
I will my views extend,
From whence is help, and who shall now
The needful comfort send.

My help is from the Lord of love
In welfare or in woe,
Which arch'd the glorious heav'n above,
And laid the land below.

Through him thy feet their ground shall keep,
And move secure and free,
Nor shall the blessed watchman sleep,
Which is on guard for thee.

Behold Jeshurun's ward, that draws
The veil of thy repose,
His active nature needs no pause,
Nor sleep nor slumber knows.

The Lord, thy keeper, is intent
On his peculiar charge,
The Lord all dangers shall prevent,
Thy breast-plate and thy targe;

So that the sun's meridian lamp
Shall not thy veins inflame,
Nor shall the moon-beams, in the damp
Of midnight, chill thy frame

The Lord thy safety shall insure,
All peril shall award;
Yea, and thy soul shall rest secure
When cherish'd by the Lord.

The Lord shall for thy ways provide
Thro' every sea and shore;
Thy travel and return to guide
From henceforth evermore.English