Gloria Hartston

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,

from whence cometh my help. My

help cometh from the Lord, which

made heaven and earth. He will not

suffer thy foot to be moved; he that

keepeth thee will not slumber.

Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall

neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord

is thy keeper, the Lord is thy shade

upon the right hand. The sun shall

not smite thee by day, nor the moon

by night. The Lord shall preserve

thy soul, the Lord shall preserve thy

going out and thy coming in from

this day forth, and even

for evermore.