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. |