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 thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOUSES OF DREAMS by SARA TEASDALE THE LITTLE DANCERS by LAURENCE BINYON SPEAKIN' O' CHRISTMAS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE END OF THE EPISODE by THOMAS HARDY CROTALUS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE A FARM PICTURE by WALT WHITMAN |