I will lift up my eyes to the hills
From whence cometh my help
My help cometh from the Lord
The Lord which made heaven and
earth
He said, He will not suffer thy foot;
thy foot to be moved
The Lord which keepeth thee
He will not slumber nor sleep
For the Lord is thy keeper
The Lord is thy shade upon thy
right hand
Upon thy right hand
For the sun shall not smite thee by
day
Nor the moon by night
He shall preserve thy soul
Even forever more
My help,
My help
My help,
All of my help
Cometh from the Lord
