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The Book of Praise,
ccxxxiv.
Psalm CXXI.
To Heaven I lift mine eye, To Heaven, Jehovah's throne, For there my Saviour sits on high, And thence shall strength and aid supply To all He calls His own.
He will not faint nor fail,
Nor cause thy feet to stray ; For Him no weary hours assail, Nor evening darkness spreads her veil
O'er His eternal day.
Beneath that light divine
Securely shalt thou move ; The sun with milder beams shall shine, And eve's still queen her lamp incline
Benignant from above.
For He, thy God and Friend, Shall keep thy soul from harm, In each sad scene of doubt attend, And guide thy life, and bless thine end, With His Almighty arm.
John Bowdier. 18
ccxxxv. Psalm XI.
My trust is in the Lord,
What foe can injure me ?
Why bid me like a bird
Before the fowler flee ? The Lord is on His heavenly throne, And He will shield and save His own. |
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