I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, who made Heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1–2
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,
Th’eternal hills beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my soul derives;
There my almighty refuge lives.
He lives, the everlasting God,
That built the world, that spread the flood;
The heav’ns with all their hosts He made,
And darkest regions of the dead.
He guides our feet, He guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.
Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy guardian’s wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber nor surprise.
No sun shall smite thy head by day,
Nor pallid moon with sickly ray
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far.
Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go and still return
Safe in the Lord; His heav’nly care
Defends thy life from every snare.
On thee foul spirits have no power;
And in thy last departing hour
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.