At Your Right Hand

I raise my eyes to what lies ahead, 

a mountain ascending to Heaven, 

no strength in my step, no path to tread.

I pray He watches over me.

As I journey, be my custodian,

So I can be at Your right hand.

With timid feet, each step feels foreign, 

my eyes tire, yet my heart is tight.

Alone, afraid, without protection, 

I hope He’s watching over me.

As I journey, be my custodian,

So I can be at Your right hand.

Yet, as I walk, the sun restrains its might.

The moon allows me peaceful rest.

Without fear of a lonely night,

I know He’s watching over me.

As I journey, you are my custodian,

As I walk at Your right hand.

As I journey, you are my custodian,

As I walk at Your right hand.