The saint's trial and safety. <br /> <br />Unshaken as the sacred hill, <br />And firm as mountains be, <br />Firm as a rock the soul shall rest <br />That leans, O Lord, on thee. <br /> <br />Not walls nor hills could guard so well <br />Old Salem's happy ground, <br />As those eternal arms of love <br />That every saint surround. <br /> <br />While tyrants are a smarting scourge <br />To drive them near to God, <br />Divine compassion does allay <br />The fury of the rod. <br /> <br />Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, <br />And lead them safely on <br />To the bright gates of Paradise, <br />Where Christ their Lord is gone. <br /> <br />But if we trace those crooked ways <br />That the old serpent drew, <br />The wrath that drove him first to hell <br />Shall smite his followers too.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-125/
