Psalms 120-122

Psalm 120

1 WOE'S me that I in Mesech am A sojourner so long; That I in tabernacles dwell To Kedar that belong.

2 My soul with him that hateth peace Hath long a dweller been;

I am for peace; but when I speak, For battle they are keen.

3 My soul distracted mourns and pines To reach that peaceful shore, Where all the weary are at rest, And troubles vex no more.

4 Fierce burning coals of juniper, And arrows of the strong, Await those false and cruel tongues Which do the righteous wrong.

5 But as for me my song shall rise Before Jehovah's throne, For He has seen my deep distress, And hearken'd to my groan.

Scotch Version, 1041.

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.

Psalm 121

1 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes There all my hopes are laid: The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall, Whom He designs to keep: His ear attends the softest call; His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers With His almighty arm; And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord; His wakeful eyes employ His power For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite;

He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night.

6 He guards thy soul, He keeps thy breath, Where thickest dangers come:

Go, and return secure from death, Till God commands thee home.

Isaac Watts, 1719.

Psalm 122 (1 of 2)

1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, In Zion let us all appear, And keep the solemn day!"

2 I love her gates, I love the road; The church adorn'd with grace Stands like a palace built for God To show His milder face.

3 Up to her courts with joys unknown The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds His throne, And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints;

And, while His awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains;

There my best friends, my kindred dwell There God my Saviour reigns.

Isaac Watts, 1719.