I Lift Up My Eyes to the Hills 1
2My helpe commeth from God: who hath made heauen and earth.
3He wyll not suffer thy foote to moue: he wyll not sleepe that kepeth thee.
4Beholde, he that kepeth Israel: wyll neither slumber nor sleepe.
5God hym selfe is thy keper: God is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande.
6The sunne shal not hurt thee by day: neither the moone by nyght.
7God wyll preserue thee from all euill: he wyll preserue thy soule.
8God wyll preserue thy goyng out and thy commyng in: from this tyme foorth for euermore. |