My Help

I will lift up my 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 will 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
For He will shall preserve thy soul
Even forevermore

My help
My help
My help
All of my help cometh from the Lord

Lift up my eyes
Unto the hills
He is my strength
For all of my help cometh from the Lord