My Help Cometh from the Lord - The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir, Susan Quintyne

I will lift up mine eyes to the hills

From whence cometh my help

My help cometh from the Lord

The Lord which made Heaven and Earth

He said He would not suffer thy foot

Thy foot to be moved;

The Lord which keepeth thee

He will not slumber nor sleep

Oh the Lord is thy keeper

The Lord is thy shade

Upon thy right hand

Upon thy right hand

No, the sun shall not smite thee by day

Nor the moon by night

He shall preserve thy soul

Even forever more

My help, my help, my help

All of my help cometh from the Lord

Oh the lord is thy keeper

The lord is thy shade

Upon thy right hand no the sun shall not smite thee

Any day nor the moon by night he shall preserve thy soul even for ever more

My help my help my help all of my help cometh from the lord