The Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir( Brooklyn Tabernacle ) My Help (Cometh from the Lord) I will lift up mine eyes to the hills He said He would not suffer thy foot, Oh the Lord is thy keeper, No, the sun shall not smite thee by day, My help, my help, my help, Lift up mine eyes... lift up mine eyes... unto the hills... He is my strength... All of my help cometh from the Lord. [Verse:] He said He would not suffer thy foot, Bridge No, the sun shall not smite thee by day, [Chorus:] [Verse] [Bridge] [Chorus] [Bridge] [Chorus] [Vamp:] [Altos:] [Sopranos:] [Altos:] [Tenors:]
[All:] [Chorus] I will lift up mine eyes to the hills He said he would not suffer thy foot Oh the Lord is thy keeper No, the sun shall not smite thee by day My help, my help, my help I will lift up mine eyes to the hills He said he would not suffer thy foot Oh
the Lord is thy keeper No, the sun shall not smite thee by day My help, my help, my help Oh the Lord is thy keeper My help (I can count on you Jesus), my help, 'cause I know you are, all of my help All of my help cometh from the Lord Songwriters: JACQUELYN GOUCHE-FARRIS
Lyrics for My Help (Cometh from the Lord) by Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir I will lift up mine eyes to the hills From whence cometh my help, My help cometh from the Lord, The Lord which made Heaven and Earth. He said He would not suffer thy foot, Thy foot to be moved; The Lord which keepeth thee, He will not slumber nor sleep. Oh the Lord is thy keeper, The Lord is thy shade Upon thy right hand, Upon thy right hand. No, the sun shall not smite thee by day, Nor the moon by night, He shall preserve thy soul Even forever more. My help, my help, my help, All of my help cometh from the Lord. Lift up mine eyes... Lift up mine eyes... Unto the hills... He is my strength... All of my help cometh from the Lord. Writer(s): Jacquelyn Gouche |