Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

344 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

To heav'n I lift my waiting eyes,

There all my hopes are laid:

The Lord that built the earth and skies

Is my perpetual aid.

Their steadfast feet shall never fall

Whom He designs to keep;

His ear attends their humble call,

His eyes can never sleep.

Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,

Thy keeper is the Lord;

His wakeful eyes employ His pow'r

For thine eternal guard.

He guards thy soul, He keeps thy breath

Where thickest dangers come:

Go, and return, secure from death,

'Til God commands thee home.