I will lift up mine 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.
Nor the sun shall not
smite thee by day,
Nor the moon by night.
He shall preserve thy soul
Even forevermore.
My help, my help, my help,
All of my help
cometh from the Lord.