Unto the hills mine eyes I lift

Unto the hills myne eyes I lyft
My hope shall never fade
But from the Lord I looke for helpe
That heaven and earth hath made

Thy foote he will from slipping save
& he that doth thee keepe
With watchfull eye will thee preserve
Without slomber or sleepe

The Lord thy keeper & shade is
& stands at thy right arme
The Sunne by day shall not thee burne
Nor Moone by nyght thee harme

The Lord shall keepe thee from all yll
Thy soule he shall presеrve
And all thy waies both in & out
For evеr shall conserve