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...THE ICE-CREAM SANDWICH by KAREN SWENSON ROCK ME TO SLEEP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN TRULY GREAT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY FRATER AVE ATQUE VALE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE WORKING MAN'S SONG by JOHN STUART BLACKIE THE BIRD-BOY by ROBERT BLOOMFIELD LORD EXMOUTH'S VICTORY AT ALGIERS, 1816 by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |