My Help Cometh From the Lord

Verse 1

To the hills I lift my eyes, the everlasting hills. Streaming forth in fresh supplies, my soul the Spirit feels; will he not his help afford? Help, while yet I ask, is giv'n; God comes down, the God and Lord who made both earth and heav'n.

Verse 2

Faithful soul, pray, always pray, and still in God confide; he your stumbling steps shall stay, and shall not let you slide; safe from known or secret roes, free from sin and Satan's hold, when the flesh, earth, hell oppose, he'll keep you in his fold.

Verse 3

See the Lord, your keeper, stand omnipotently near. Now he holds you by the hand, and banishes your fear; shadows with his wings your head, guards from all impending harms; round you and beneath are spread the everlasting arms.

Verse 4

Christ shall bless your going out, shall bless your coming in; kindly compass you about, till you are saved from sin. Like your spotless Master, you, filled with wisdom, love, and pow'r, holy, pure, and perfect now, both now and evermore.