A Song of Praise for Protection

MY God, my only Help and Hope,
My strong and sure Defence:
For all my Safety and my Peace,
I bless thy Providence:
The daily Favours of my God
I cannot Sing at large,
Yet let me make this Holy Boast,
I am the Almighties Charge.

Lord, in the day thou art about
The Paths wherein I tread;
And in the Night, when I lye down,
Thou art about my Bed:
I travel thro' the Wilderness,
Free from the Beasts of prey.
The Wolves and Lions Mouths are stop'd,
The Serpents creep away.

In Preservation God Creates,
Delivers in Protection;
Lord, every Moment of my Life,
Is like a Resurrection:
[…] thousand Deaths I daily 'scape,
I pass by many a Pit,
I Sail by many dreadful Rocks,
Where others have been split.

I see blind People with mine Eyes,
To Hospitals I walk;
[…] hear of them that cannot hear,
And of the Dumb I talk:
Lord, what am I that thou should'st shew
Such Favour unto me?
My Bones and Senses, all must say,
Lord, who is like to thee?