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. A-men.

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.

Amen.