Preserve me, O my God
I put my trust in You
Lord, I confess, You are my Lord
No good have I but You
The godly ones on earth
Those holy in Your sight
The noble and majestic ones
Fill me with great delight
Their sorrows multiply
Who after idols seek
To them I'll no blood off'rings make
Their names I'll never speak
The Lord the portion is
Of my inheritance
He fills my cup, my lot prepares
Secures to me his grants
The lines that fell to me
Enclose a pleasant site
The heritage that I received
To me is a delight
I bless the Lord Who guides
With counsel that is right
My heart within me He directs
To teach me in the night
I always keep the Lord
Before me, Him to see
Because He is at my right hand
I never moved shall be
Thus gladness fills my soul
My joy must be expressed
With my whole being, for my flesh
Securely finds its rest
My soul You will not leave
In death's dark pit to be
Corruption You will not permit
Your Holy One to see
The path of life You'll show
Of joy You hold great store
Before Your face, at Your right hand
Are pleasures ever more