Unto the hills around
Do I lift up my long­ing eyes
O whence for me shall my
Salvation come, from whence arise?
From God, the Lord,
Doth come my cer­tain aid,
From God, the Lord,
Who Hea­ven 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 slum­ber­eth ne’er,
Who keep­eth Is­ra­el in His ho­ly care.

Jehovah is Him­self
Thy keep­er true, thy change­less shade;
Jehovah thy de­fense
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 ev­ery ev­il shall
He keep thy soul, from ev­ery sin;
Jehovah shall pre­serve
Thy go­ing out, thy com­ing in.
Above thee watch­ing,
He whom we adore
Shall keep thee hence­forth,
Yea, for­ev­er­more.