C.M.
1
To Zion’s hill I lift my eyes,
From thence expecting aid;
From Zion’s hill, and Zion’s God,
Who heaven and earth has made.
2
Then thou, my soul, in safety rest,
Thy Guardian will not sleep;
His watchful care, that Israel guards,
Will thee from danger keep.
3
Sheltered beneath th’ Almighty’s wings
Thou shalt securely rest,
Where neither sun nor moon shall thee
By day or night molest.
4
At home, abroad, in peace, in war,
Thy God shall thee defend;
Conduct thee through life’s pilgrimage
Safe to thy journey’s end.
