God my Help

I raise my eyes up to the hills
Where doth my help come from
I see the storm and the winds I feel
Where doth my help come from

I know that time hath passed by
I know the dangers of this clime
Where doth my help come from

If I die and die not may
I would strive to have my say
Where doth my help come from

Yahweh my help is you
God in whom is all Truth
In whom my help cometh from

Receive me
Retrieve me
Dear God
Amen.

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