To the hills I lift mine eyes; Ah, from whence shall come my help? All my help comes from the Lord, Who hath made the heaven and earth. He will e'er be thy guide, And thy foot shall never slide;. He that tendeth Israel Neither slumbers, never sleeps. God thy keeper still shall stand, Shade upon thy right-hand Sun by day shall never smite, Nor the moon by silent night. He shall guard thee from all ill, Keep thy soul in safety still; Going out and coming in, He will keep thee evermore.
