To Zion’s hill I lift my eyes,
From thence expecting aid;
From Zion’s hill, and Zion’s God,
Who heaven and earth has made.
Then thou, my soul, in safety rest,
Thy Guardian will not sleep;
His watchful care, that Israel guards,
Will thee from danger keep.
Sheltered beneath th’ Almighty’s wings
Thou shalt securely rest,
Where neither sun nor moon shall thee
By day or night molest.
At home, abroad, in peace, in war,
Thy God shall thee defend;
Conduct thee through life’s pilgrimage
Safe to thy journey’s end.