To the Hills I Lift Mine Eyes (Wesley)

To the hills I lift mine eyes

The ev­er­last­ing hills;

Streaming thence in fresh sup­plies

My soul the Spir­it feels.

Will He not His help af­ford?

Help

while yet I ask

is giv­en:

God comes down; the God and Lord

That made both earth and Heav­en.

Faithful soul

pray al­ways; pray

And still in God con­fide;

He thy fee­ble steps shall stay

Nor suf­fer thee to slide:

Lean on thy Re­deem­er’s breast;

He thy qui­et spir­it keeps;

Rest in Him

se­cure­ly rest;

Thy watch­man nev­er sleeps.

Neither sin

nor earth

nor hell

Thy keep­er can sur­prise;

Careless slum­bers can­not steal

On His all see­ing eyes;

He is Is­ra­el’s sure de­fense;

Israel all His care shall prove

Kept by watch­ful pro­vi­dence

And ev­er wak­ing love.

See the Lord

thy keep­er

stand

Omnipotently near!

Lo! He holds thee by thy hand

And ban­ish­es thy fear;

Shadows with His wings thy head;

Guards from all im­pend­ing harms;

Round thee and be­neath are spread

The ev­er­last­ing arms.

Christ shall bless thy go­ing out

Shall bless thy com­ing in;

Kindly com­pass thee about

Till thou art saved from sin;

Like thy spot­less mas­ter

thou

Filled with wis­dom

love and pow­er

Holy

pure and per­fect

now

Henceforth

and ev­er­more.