Psalms 91-92

Psalm 91 (3 of 3)

1 YE sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come make the Lord yourdwelling place And try, and trust His care.

2 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.

3 "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.

4 "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.

5 "Those that on earth My name have known I'll honour them in heaven;

There My salvation shall be shown, And endless life be given."

Isaac Watts, 1719

Psalm 92 (1 of 2)

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King, To praise Thy name, give thanks, and sing, To show Thy love by morning light, And talk of all Thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast;

Oh may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound!

3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord, And bless His works, and bless His word Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!

How deep Thy counsels, how divine I

4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high;

Like brutes they live, like brutes they die;

Like grass they flourish, till Thy breath Blast them in everlasting death.

5 But I shall share a glorious part When grace hath well refined my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil, to cheer my head.

6 Sin, my worst enemy before, Shall vex my eyes and ears no more; My inward foes shall all be slain, Nor Satan break my peace again.

7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know All I desired or wish'd below; And every power find sweet employ In that eternal world of joy.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 92 (2 of 2)

1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by Thine hand:

Let me within Thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

2 There grow Thy saints in faith and love, Bless'd with Thine influence from above; Not Lebanon with all its trees Yields such a comely sight as these.

3 The plants of grace shall ever live;

Nature decays, but grace must thrive;

Time, that doth all things else impair, Still makes them flourish strong and fair.

4 Laden with fruits of age, they show The Lord is holy, just, and true;

None that attend His gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind.

Isaac Watts, 1719