I to the hills will lift my eyes;
O whence shall come my aid?
My help is from the Lord alone,
Who Heav’n and earth has made.

He will not let thy foot be moved,
Thy guard­ian ne­ver sleeps;
With watch­ful and un­slum­ber­ing care,
His own He safe­ly keeps.

Thy faith­ful keep­er is the Lord,
Thy shel­ter and thy shade;
’Neath sun or moon, by day or night,
Thou shalt not be afraid.

From ev­il He will keep thee safe,
For thee He will pro­vide;
Thy go­ing out, thy com­ing in,
Forever He will guide.