We lift up our eyes to the hills. From where will our help come?
Oh Lord, as your psalmist once looked at the hills we look at the world around us.
We lift up our eyes to see violence, fear, hatred.
We lift up our eyes to see apathy, rejection, fear.
We lift up our eyes to see illness, anxiety, grief.
We lift up our eyes seeking hope, assurance, peace.
We lift up our eyes to the hills. From where will our help come?
Our help comes from you, Oh Lord—you who made heaven and earth.
For you will not let your foot be moved. You keep us, and you will not slumber.
Though the earth should quake with tragedy and war,
though our lives should quake with loss and stress,
your love and your presence are steadfast.
You, Oh Lord, are our keeper. You are our shade at our right hand.
When we feel nothing but alone, you are there.
When we know nothing but joy, you are there.
When we doubt ourselves, you are there,
and when we doubt you, you are there.
Remind us that you are there, Oh God—that you keep our going out and our coming in.
Bless us with faith to recognize your presence. Bless us with courage to respond to your call.
Amen.
And also with you. 