Unto the Hills by Nineth Duke of Argyll Ps 121 LUX BEATA—Albert Lister Peace SANDON—Charles H. Purday Unto the Hills 1 Unto the hills around do I lift up My longing eyes; O whence for me shall my salvation come, From whence arise? From God the Lord doth come my certain aid, From God the Lord, who heav’n and earth hath made. 2 He will not suffer that thy foot be moved: Safe shalt thou be; No careless slumber shall His eyelids close, Who keepeth thee; Behold, He sleepeth not, He slumb’reth