To the Hills

To the Hills - Preson Phillips

I will lift thy holy name

When the good seems lost

And all seems vain

And I will claim a peace within

Claiming life in Christ and death to sin

To the hills I lift mine eyes

Whence shall help for me arise

He who safe his people keeps

Slumbers not and never sleeps

Slumbers not and never sleeps

Father cast me not away

Bid my old wayfaring heart to stay

Bid my soul to keep my faith

Making war on evil till my grave

Making war on evil till my grave

My protection is my Lord

Shelter safe for thee He will afford

Christ will guard by day and night

Lead with fire by eve and cloud by light

To the hills I lift mine eyes

See how quick his mercy flies

He will always keep my soul

All that harms He'll control

All that harms He'll control

Father cast me not away

Bid my old wayfaring heart to stay

Bid my soul to keep my faith

Making war on evil till my grave

Making war on evil till

Oh to be loved and given hope

Oh to be loved and given hope

To be loved and given hope

To be loved and given hope

Father cast me not away

Bid my old wayfaring heart to stay

Bid my soul to keep my faith

Making war on evil till my grave

Making war on evil till my grave