1 Unto the hills around do I lift up
My longing eyes;
Oh, whence for me shall my salvation come,
From whence arise?
From God the Lord doth come my certain aid,
From God the Lord, who heav'n and earth hath made.
2 He will not suffer that thy foot be moved;
Safe shalt thou be.
No careless slumber shall his eyelids close
Who keepeth thee.
Behold, he sleepeth not, he slumb'reth ne'er,
Who keepeth Israel in his holy care.
3 Jehovah is himself thy keeper true,
Thy changeless shade;
Jehovah thy defense on thy right hand,
Himself hath made.
And thee no sun by day shall ever smite;
No moon shall harm thee in the silent night.
4 From ev'ry evil shall he keep thy soul,
From ev'ry sin;
Jehovah shall preserve thy going out,
Thy coming in.
Above thee watching, he whom we adore
Shall keep thee henceforth, yea, for evermore.
