By A Collection of Hymns

      7s & 6s. Psalm cxxi.
      1 TO the hills I lift mine eyes,
      The everlasting hills;
      Streaming thence in fresh supplies,
      My soul the Spirit feels.
      Will he not his help afford?
      Help, while yet I ask, is given:
      God comes down; the God and Lord
      That made both earth and heaven.

      2 Faithful soul, pray always; pray,
      And still in God confide;
      He thy feeble steps shall stay,
      Nor suffer thee to slide:
      Lean on thy Redeemer's breast;
      He thy quiet spirit keeps;
      Rest in him, securely rest;
      Thy watchman never sleeps.

      3 Neither sin, nor earth, nor hell
      Thy Keeper can surprise;
      Careless slumbers cannot steal
      On his all-seeing eyes;
      He is Israel's sure defence;
      Israel all his care shall prove,
      Kept by watchful providence,
      And ever-waking love.

      4 See the Lord, thy Keeper, stand
      Omnipotently near!
      Lo! he holds thee by thy hand,
      And banishes thy fear;
      Shadows with his wings thy head;
      Guards from all impending harms:
      Round thee and beneath are spread
      The everlasting arms.

      5 Christ shall bless thy going out,
      Shall bless thy coming in;
      Kindly compass thee about,
      Till thou art saved from sin;
      Like thy spotless Master, thou,
      Filled with wisdom, love, and power,
      Holy, pure, and perfect, now,
      Henceforth, and evermore.