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I lift my eyes up to the hills,
From where comes my assistance;
For faith and hope to cure my ills,
While chaos gives resistance.
My assistance comes from the Lord,
To whom has made Heaven and earth;
My God who is loved and adored,
Watches over me since my birth.
He will not let your foot be moved,
He who keeps you will not slumber;
You will be righteously behooved,
While living to encumber.
He will neither slumber nor sleep,
As the Lord will be giving shade;
Sheltering you from the noon heat,
Under His hand that gives you aid.
The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor will the moon strike you by night;
Rather will be showing the way,
For you remaining in the light.
The Lord will keep you from evil,
While preserving your life and soul;
Far from the grasp of the devil,
When allowing Him to control.
The Lord will keep your going out,
From this time forth your coming in;
Forever more without a doubt,
Allowing new life to begin.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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Our Protector The LORD
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