O Lord, keep me; For I trust Thee O my soul hath said to Thee Thou art my Lord-though my goodness Extendeth not to Thee To the saints of earth, the excellent In them Thou doth delight But to those who fly to other gods All their sorrows multiply From their bloody off'rings, I will Turn away, their names forsake Thou art my cup, and my portion Mine inheritance, my lot The lines have fallen pleasantly In pleasant places and Thou hast given me a goodly place And a goodly heritage Bless the LORD who gives me counsel And in seasons of the night My own heart will counsel me, and Fore me set the LORD for aye For He stands at my right hand, so I Shall not ever then be moved So my heart is glad, my glory sings And my flesh shall dwell secure For my soul Thou will not leave in Hell; Neither suffer wilt Thou to Leave Thy Holy One in sepulcher Or corruption leave unto Thou wilt show me the path of life: In Thy presence is fulness of joy; At Thy right there are pleasures forevermore Thou wilt show me the path of life: In Thy presence is fulness of joy; At Thy right there are pleasures forevermore At Thy right there are pleasures forevermore At Thy right there are pleasures forevermore