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 would not suffer thy foot
Thy foot to be moved;
The Lord which keepeth thee
He will not slumber nor sleep
Oh the Lord is thy keeper
The Lord is thy shade
Upon thy right hand
Upon thy right hand
No, 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
Oh the lord is thy keeper
The lord is thy shade
Upon thy right hand no the sun shall not smite thee
Any day nor the moon by night he
Shall preserve thy soul even for ever more
My help my help my help all of my help cometh from the