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