1  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.

 2  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.

 3  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.

 4  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, for evermore.