Not to the hills I lift mine eyes;
From whence doth come mine aid?
My safety cometh from the Lord,
Who heaven and earth hath made.
Thy foot He'll not let slide, nor will
He slumber that thee keeps;
Behold, He that keeps Israel,
He slumbers not nor sleeps.
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.
The Lord shall keep they soul: He shall
Preserve thee from all ill;
Henceforth thy going out and in
God keep for ever will.