Psalm 91 (Qui habitat)

To him the highest keepes
In closet of his care:
Who in th'allmighties shadow sleepes,
For one affirme I dare:
Jehova is my fort,
My place of safe repaire:
My God, in whom of my support
All hopes reposed are.

From snare the fowler laies,
He shall thee sure unty:
The noisome blast that plaguing straies
Untoucht shall passe thee by.
Soft hiv'd with wing and plume
Thou in his shrowd shalt ly,
And on his truth noe lesse presume,
Then most in shield affy.

Not mov'd with frightfull night,
Nor arrow shott by day:
Though plague, I say, in darknesse fight,
And wast at noontide slay.
Nay, all be thousands here,
Ten thousands there decay:
That mine to approach thee nere,
Shall finde no force nor way.

But thou shalt live to see,
And seeing to relate,
What recompences shared he
To ev'ry godlesse mate.
When once thou mak'st the Lord
Protector of thy state,
And with the highest canst accord
To dwell within his gate:

Then ill, nay, cause of ill,
Shall farr excluded goe:
Nought thee to hurt, much lesse to kill,
Shall nere thy lodging grow.
For angells shall attend
By him commanded soe:
And thee in all such waies defend,
As his directions show.

To beare thee with regard
Their hands shall both be spied:
Thy foote shall never dash too hard
Against the stone misled.
Soe thou on lions goe,
Soe on the aspicks head:
On lionet shalt hurtlesse soe,
And on the dragon tread.

Loe me, saith God, he loves,
I therfore will him free:
My name with knowledge he approves,
That shall his honor be.
He asks when paines are rife,
And streight receiv'd doth see
Help, glory, and his fill of life,
With endlesse health from me.