Religion

Psalm XCI

by Richard Baxter 1615–1691

From Paraphrase on the Psalms of David in Metre (1692)

Religion

The man that in the secret place
Of the most High [in heart] doth dwell,
He under the Almighty's shade
Shall lodge [abide] and prosper well.

I of the Lord will boast and say,
Thou art my [Refuge] Rock and Tower;
(Whoever threats, whatever comes)
I'le [boldly] trust his Love and Power.

Surely he will deliver thee
From the entrapping [Fowler's] snare;
And he will safely thee preserve
From [noysome] Pestilential air.

His wings of love shall cover thee,
There thou art safe; there [boldly] trust
He will thy shield and buckler be,
His Word is true and [he is] just.

Though the night's darkness be the time
Of [fears and] dangers, yet you may
Rest quietly without such fears,
And from [your foes] assaults by day.

Though Plagues and many sudden harms
[Do oft] surprize men in the night,
Trust God, and fear them not; Nor those
Which do destroy in [Noon-day] light.

A thousand at thy side shall fall,
[And ten] thousands at thy right hand,
When nigh thee there it shall not come,
But God shall [safely] thee defend.

Only this dreadful spectacle,
[When] that day [comes] thine eyes shall see
How those who now live wickedly,
Shall then [by God] rewarded be.

Because the blessed God most high,
[Who is] my refuge, thou hast made
The dwelling where thy faithful soul
Its [daily] conversation had.

Therefore no great and deadly harm,
No [plotted] ill shall thee befall;
Nor any penal hurtful plague
Come nigh thy [guarded] dwelling shall.

Of thee he'll give his Angels charge,
[That] whether thou [dost] wake or sleep;
In all thy good and righteous ways
They shall thee guard and [safely] keep.

As tender nurses bear weak babes,
These [lead and] bear thee in their arms;
Lest feeble frailty cause thy fall,
They keep thee from all [deadly] harms.

The Lions fierce, the poysnous Asp
Thy feet shall [safely] trample on;
The Lions whelps, the Dragons rage,
By [conquering] grace thou shalt tread down.

Because on me he set his love,
I'le save him from all [deadly] woe;
I'le him advance, because my name
With [fear and] honour he did know.

He upon this my name shall call
In all his [troubles] wants and fear;
His moans and suit I'le not despise,
His [earnest] prayer I will hear.
Though here of trouble he partake,
[In it] I will be with him still;
I'le him deliver out of all,
And [truest] honour give him will.

And with sufficient length of days
I'le grant his [sober] just request;
And my salvation he shall see
[Here and] in everlasting rest.

MLA

Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XCI.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/90/.

Chicago

Baxter, Richard. “Psalm XCI.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/baxter/90/.

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