I to the hills will lift mine eyes, from whence doth come mine aid.
In my distress to God I cry'd, and he gave ear to me.
O thou that dwellest in the heav'ns, I lift mine eyes to thee.
Yet, notwithstanding, I have him to be my King appointed; And over Sion, my holy hill, I have him King anointed.
Upon the hills of holiness he his foundation sets.
But he did chuse Jehudah's tribe to be the rest above; And of mount Sion he made choice, which he so much did love.