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0. [A song of high degrees.]
1. I will lift vp myne eyes vnto the hilles: from whence my helpe shall come.
2. My helpe commeth from God: who hath made heauen and earth.
3. He wyll not suffer thy foote to moue: he wyll not sleepe that kepeth thee.
4. Beholde, he that kepeth Israel: wyll neither slumber nor sleepe.
5. God hym selfe is thy keper: God is thy defence vpon thy ryght hande.
6. The sunne shal not hurt thee by day: neither the moone by nyght.
7. God wyll preserue thee from all euill: he wyll preserue thy soule.
8. God wyll preserue thy goyng out and thy commyng in: from this tyme foorth for euermore.