William D. Thompson - I to the hills - ноты, текст песни (слова)

I to the hills will lift my eyes;
 from whence shall come my aid?
 My help is from the Lord above
 who heaven and earth has made.
 
 He will not let thy foot be moved,
 his own he safely keeps;
 With watchful and untiring eye
 he slumbers not, nor sleeps.
 
 Your faithful guardian is the Lord,
 your shelter and your shade;
 Nor sun by day, nor moon by night,
 need make your soul afraid.
 
 From evil he shall keep you safe
 and shall your strength restore
 And guard your going out and in
 Both now and evermore.