I raise my eyes toward the hills; Where will my help be coming from? My help comes from the Lord, Maker of heaven and earth. The Lord is your keeper, Shade upon your right hand. Sun will not strike you by day, Nor the moon by night. He will not allow your foot to slip. The Keeper of Israel never sleeps. He will preserve your soul from evil And guard the path beneath your feet. Your going out and coming in He watches over now and evermore.