Up to the Hills I Lift Mine Eyes

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 dark­est 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 Is­ra­el sleeps.

Israel

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 pal­lid 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.