I to the Hills Will Lift My Eyes

I to the hills will lift my eyes;

O whence shall come my aid?

My help is from the Lord alone

Who Heav’n and earth has made.

He will not let thy foot be moved

Thy guard­ian nev­er sleeps;

With watch­ful and un­slum­ber­ing care

His own He safe­ly keeps.

Thy faith­ful keep­er is the Lord

Thy shel­ter and thy shade;

’Neath sun or moon

by day or night

Thou shalt not be afraid.

From ev­il He will keep thee safe

For thee He will pro­vide;

Thy go­ing out

thy com­ing in

Forever He will guide.