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I look towards the mountains,
And up onto the hills;
Where natural fountains,
And flowing water chills.
Where can I find some aid?
For I look for the Lord;
I am slightly afraid,
He has never ignored.
The creator of earth,
And maker of Heaven;
Who ensured of my birth,
In which life was given.
He will not let me fall,
My shielder will not sleep;
My Guardian I call,
For safely He will keep.
My Guardian rests not,
Vigilantly awake;
All foes that have been fought,
Revenge for to partake.
My Guardian the Lord,
The shade over my hand;
Will not be ignored,
From His spoken command.
The sun will not bear down,
On me during the day;
Never wearing a frown,
As I trust and obey.
Nor will the moon at night,
Will not shine in disgrace;
Rather it will shine bright,
With a glorified face.
The Lord guards from evil,
He is guarding my life;
Ensuring the devil,
Will not be causing strife.
He guards me through each day,
No matter where I go;
Now and forever stay,
Throughout each day does flow.
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My Guardian
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