I lift mine eyes to hills, whence comes my aid,
My help is from the Lord, who made the sky.
He guards thy foot, no slip shall be betrayed,
He slumbers not, His watch shall never die.
Thy keeper, God, thy shade at thy right hand,
The sun by day, nor moon by night shall smite.
He keeps thy soul, from evil’s grasp withstand,
Thy going out, thy coming, ever right.
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