I will lift up mine 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 For the Lord is thy keeper The Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand Upon thy right hand For the sun shall not smite thee by day Nor the moon by night He shall preserve thy soul Even forever more
Chorus
My help, My help My help, All of my help Cometh from the Lord
