Unto the Hills { Unto the Hills by Nineth Duke of Argyll Ps 121 LUX BEATA-Albert Lister Peace SANDON-Charles H. Purday Unto the Hills } Unto the hills around do I lift up My longing eyes; O whence for me shall my salvation come, From whence arise? From God the Lord doth come my certain aid, From God the Lord, who heav'n and earth hath made . He will not suffer that thy foot be moved: Safe shalt thou be; No careless slumber shall His eyelids close, Who keepeth thee; Behold, He sleepeth not, He slumb'reth ne'er, Who keepeth Israel in His holy care. Jehovah is Himself thy keeper true: Thy changeless shade, Jehovah evermore on thy right hand Himself hath made; And thee no sun by day shall ever smite, No moon shall harm thee in the silent night. From ev'ry evil shall He keep thy soul, From ev'ry sin; Jehovah shall preserve thy going out, Thy coming in; Above thee watching, He whom we adore Shall keep thee henceforth, yea, for evermore.