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.
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.
3 See the Lord, your keeper, stand
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.
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.
|First Line:||To the hills I lift my eyes|
|Title:||To the Hills I Lift My Eyes|
|Author:||Charles Wesley (1743, alt.)|
|Topic:||Trust and Guidance; Assurance; Blessing(3 more...)|
|Arranger:||James Nares (1760, alt.)|
|Source:||The Foundery Collection (1742)|
|Notes:||591 D in 1891 Offices of Worship and Hymns|