We look up, now, and gaze upon the hills,
Those green, green hills that tell us of our God
Our God, who made them all,
My God, who made me, too.

We turn to look inside, and see our soul,
We see its changing hopes, and doubts, and fears.
O God, see with us all;
O God, see with me, too.

And watching over us by day, by night,
Your love flows down to us from these green hills,
This day and evermore,
This night, and evermore.


Paul Wigmore

Based on Psalm 121

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