546. Unto the hills around do I lift up

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 our God, the Lord, He slumbereth ne'er,
Who keepeth Israel in His holy care.

3 Jehovah is Himself thy keeper true,
Thy changeless shade;
Jehovah thy defence 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 everymore.

Text Information
First Line: Unto the hills around do I lift up
Author: The Marquis of Lorne (ninth Duke of Argyle), 1845-1914
Language: English
Publication Date: 1917
Topic: God: Keeper, our; Keeper, God our; The Christian Life: Comfort and Sympathy (1 more...)
Tune Information
Name: SANDON
Composer: C. H. Purday, 1799-1885
Meter: 10.4.10.4.10.10
Key: G Major or modal



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