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Family-hymns gathered (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalmsFamily-hymns gather'd (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalms
Family-hymns gathered (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalms.Family-hymns gather'd (mostly) out of the best translations of David's psalms.
London: printed for Tho. Parkhurst, 1695
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
Hymn IV. Psal. 121.1,—8.
UP to the Hills I lift mine Eyes, From whence I look for Aid; In God alone my succour lies, That Earth and Heaven made. ⟨p. 4⟩He will sustain thy weaker powers, With his Almighty Arm, And keep thee with continual care, From all surprising harm.
UP to the Hills I lift mine Eyes, From whence I look for Aid; In God alone my succour lyes, That Earth and Heaven made. ⟨p. 4⟩He will sustain thy weaker powers, With his Almighty Arm, And keep thee with continual care, From all surprizing harm.
The Great Protector of the Saints, He slumbers not, nor sleeps; The Lord thy shade on thy right hand Thy Soul in safety keeps; So that thy head, the scorching Sun By day shall never smite, Nor the Moon's hurtful influence Distemper thee by night.
The Great Protector of the Saints, He slumbers not, nor sleeps; The Lord thy shade on thy right hand Thy Soul in safety keeps; So that thy head, the scorching Sun By day shall never smite, Nor th'Moon's hurtful influence Distemper thee by night.