Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee

Verse 1

Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee. To God thus was my speech, Thou art my Lord; and unto thee my goodness doth not reach: To saints on earth, to th' excellent, where my delight's all placed. Their sorrows shall be multiplied to other gods that haste:

Verse 2

Of their drink-offerings of blood I will no off'ring make; Yea, neither I their very names up in my lips will take. God is of mine inheritance and cup the pörtion; The lot that fallen is to me thou dost maintain alone.

Verse 3

Unto me happily the lines in pleasant places fell; Yea, the inheritance I got in beauty doth excel. I bless the Lord, because he doth by counsel me conduct; And in the seasons of the night my reins do me instruct.

Verse 4

Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not movèd be. Because of this my heart is glad, and joy shall be expressed Ev'n by my glory; and my flesh in confidence shall rest.

Verse 5

Because my soul in grave to dwell shall not be left by thee; Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One corrüption to see. Thou wilt me show the path of life: of joys there is full store Before thy face; at thy right hand are pleasures evermore.