My Help Cometh From The Lord

I will lift up mine eyes to the hills
from whence cometh my help
My help cometh from the Lord
The Lord which made heaven and earth
He said, He will not suffer thy foot
Thy foot to be moved
The Lord that keepeth thee
He will not slumber nor sleep
Oh the Lord is thy keeper, the Lord is thy shade
Upon thy right hand, upon thy right hand
No the sun shall not smite thee by day
Nor the moon by night
He shall preserve thy soul
Even for ever more
My help, my help, my help
All of my help cometh from the Lord