Up to the hills I lift mine eyes,

Th' eternal hills beyond the skies;

Thence all her help my soul derives;

There my Almighty refuge lives.

He lives; the everlasting God,

That built the world, that spread the flood;

The heav'ns with all their hosts he made,

And the dark regions of the dead.

He guides our feet, he guards our way;

His morning smiles bless all the day;

He spreads the evening veil, and keeps

The silent hours while Isr'el sleeps.

Isr'el, a name divinely blest,

May rise secure, securely rest;

Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes

Admit no slumber nor surprise.

No sun shall smite thy head by day,

Nor the pale moon with sickly ray

Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star

Dart his malignant fire so far.

Should earth and hell with malice burn,

Still thou shalt go, and still return,

Safe in the Lord; his heav'nly care

Defends thy life from every snare.

On thee foul spirits have no power;

And in thy last departing hour,

Angels that trace the airy road

Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.