I lift my eyes, up to the hills, 

I look for help, whence does it come? 

From God who made the heaven and the earth. 

He will not let your foot be moved, 

He will not sleep, he'll slumber not: 

The one who keeps his people, Israel.

From the Lord my help shall come, 

Who designed the heavens. 

Yes, my help is from the Lord 

Who has shaped our planet. 

He's the Maker of heaven and of earth. 

The Lord will stand at your right hand; 

He'll shade you from the heat of day: 

No scorching sun, nor moon will do you harm. 

He'll guard you from all sin and strife, 

From evil ways he'll keep your life: 

He'll watch your path from now, and to the end.