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Psalm (121).
FINE.
1. To the hills I'll lift mine eyes,
Whence my hopes of succor rise;
From the Lord comes all my aid,
Who the earth and heav'n hath made.
Chorus:
God His Israel that keeps,
Never slumbers, never sleeps.
He will ever be thy guide,
And thy foot shall never slide;
2. God they keeper still shall stand,
As a shade on thy right hand;
Neither sun by day shall smite,
Nor the silent moon by night.
God shall guide from every ill,
Keep thy soul in safety still;
Both without and in thy door,
He will keep thee evermore.
Chorus.