1
I to the hills lift up mine eyes,
from whence shall come mine aid.
2
Mine help doth from Jehovah come,
which heav’n and earth hath made.
3
He will not let thy foot be mov’d,
nor slumber; that thee keeps.
4
Lo, he that keepeth Israel,
he slumb’reth not, nor sleeps.
5
The Lord thy keeper is, the Lord
on thy right hand the shade.
6
The sun by day, nor moon by night,
shall thee by stroke invade.
7
The Lord will keep thee from all ill:
thy soul he keeps alway,
8
Thy going out, and thy income,
the Lord keeps now and aye.
