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Isaac Watts - Psalm 91 part 2
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v.9-16 
C. M.
Protection from death, guard of angels, victory and deliverance.

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 tempters wiles defeat;
He that hath broke the serpent`s head
Puts him beneath your feet.

"Because on me they set their love,
I`ll save them," saith the Lord;
"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.

"Those 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."
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