1 I to the hills will lift mine eyes.
From whence shall come my aid?
My safety cometh from the Lord
Who heav’n and earth has made.
2 Thy foot He’ll not let slide, nor will
He slumber that thee keeps.
Lo, He that keepeth Israel,
He slumbers not nor sleeps.
3 The Lord thee keeps, the Lord thy shade
On thy right hand doth stay;
The moon by night thee shall not smite,
Nor yet the sun by day.
4 The Lord shall keep thee from all ill;
He shall preserve thy soul.
The Lord as thou shalt go and come
Forever keeps thee whole.
