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I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
Will you pray with me?
Lift our eyes to God's Holy Hill,
Up to Mount Zion.
Mine and your hearts can be healed.
Eyes needs to see God work in us.
Unto God be glory! Great things He dose!
The things He will do again.
Hills, Mount Zion, God's Holy Place.

From whence comes my help.
Whence comes from God Almighty,
Cometh to me and you who believe.
My everything comes from God.
Help us O God.

From You, God, everything was created.
Whence comes Satan to deceive.
Comes God to believe.
My hope is built on nothing less,
Help me Jesus Christ, my righteousness.

My hope is built on nothing less.
Than Jesus Christ, my righteousness;.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,.
But wholly lean on Jesus' name.

Psalm 121King James Version (KJV)

121 I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills,
from whence cometh my help.

By poetalthomas

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