Unto the hills around do I lift up
My longing eyes;
O whence shall my salvation come,
From whence arise?
From God the Lord doth come my certain aid,
From God the Lord Who heav'n and earth hath made.
He will not suffer that thy foot be moved,
Safe shalt thou be;
No careless slumber shall His eyelids close
Who keepeth thee;
Behold He sleepeth not, He slumb'reth ne'er,
Who keepeth Israel in His holy care.
Jehovah is Himself thy keeper true;
Thy changeless shade
Jehovah, evermore on thy right hand,
Himself hath made;
And thee no sun by day shall ever smite,
No moon shall harm thee in the silent night.
From ev'ry evil shall He keep thy soul,
From ev'ry sin;
Jehovah shall preserve thy going out,
Thy coming in;
Above thee watching, He Whom we adore
Shall keep thee hence-forth, yea, for evermore.
- Psalter Number: 347