Because thou hast made the Lord, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation; There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling. Psalm 91:9–10
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
Protection from death, guard of angels, victory and deliverance.
If you know where to get a good picture of Tye or Daman (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Ye sons of men, a feeble race,
Exposed to every snare,
Come, make the Lord your dwelling place,
And try, and trust His care.
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.
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.
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?
Adders and lions ye shall tread;
The tempter’s wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpent’s head
Puts him beneath your feet.
Because on Me they set their love, saith the Lord;
I’ll save them,
“I’ll bear their joyful souls above
Destruction and the sword.
“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.
They that on earth My name have known
I’ll honor them in Heav’n;
There My salvation shall be shown,
And endless life be giv’n.