- [A song of high degrees.]
- 1
- I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come.
- 2
- My helpe commeth from God: who hath made heauen and earth.
- 3
- He wyll not suffer thy foote to moue: he wyll not sleepe that kepeth thee.
- 4
- Beholde, he that kepeth Israel: wyll neither slumber nor sleepe.
- 5
- God hym selfe is thy keper: God is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande.
- 6
- The sunne shal not hurt thee by day: neither the moone by nyght.
- 7
- God wyll preserue thee from all euill: he wyll preserue thy soule.
- 8
- God wyll preserue thy goyng out and thy commyng in: from this tyme foorth for euermore.
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