for soprano and piano, 4′
with love and comfort, to Tiffany
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help.
My help cometh even from the Lord, which hath made heaven and earth
He will not suffer thy foot to be moved and He that keepeth thee will not sleep.
Be-hold He that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep
The Lord Himself is thy keeper; The Lord is thy defense upon thy right hand
So that the Sun shall not burn thee by day, nor the Moon by night.
The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil. It is He that will keep thy soul.
The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in
from this time forth forevermore.
Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost
As it was in the beginning, it now and ever shall be.
World without end. Amen.
The Book of Common Prayer (1559).