| UNTO THE HILLS
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.
Amen.
Text by : John Campbell (Duke of
Argyll), 1845-1914 Music by : Charles Purday, 1799-1885
Public Domain |