He That Keepeth

O

thou mourn­ing one of Zi­on

To the mount­ains lift thine eyes;

To the hills

be­yond whose bar­ri­er

Fair the pro­mised Ca­naan lies.

Tho the dark­ness grow­eth deep­er

Faint not as the sha­dows creep

For the Lord

who is thy keep­er

He will slum­ber not

nor sleep.

O

then fear not

tho’ the sha­dows

Of the night lie dark and deep

For He that keep­eth Is­ra­el

Shall slum­ber not

nor sleep.

O

thou wan­der­er who tread­est

Paths as trea­cher­ous as fair

Never road so far can lead thee

That thy Fa­ther will not care.

By eter­nal love con­strain­ing

He will call His stray­ing sheep

Lost? O no

the Lord is reign­ing

He will slum­ber not

nor sleep.

Thou who work­est for the Mas­ter

Long and faith­ful

striv­ing still

Who hast done His bid­ding brave­ly

Yet the world must have its will—

Tho in tears may be the sow­ing

Joys eter­nal thou shalt reap

For

all-pi­ty­ing

all-know­ing

God will slum­ber not

nor sleep.