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.