O mighty God, preserve thou me, From all my restless foes

Verse 1

O Mighty God, preserve thou me, From all my restless foes; For succor, to thine arms, I flee, My trust in thee repose.

Verse 2

Thou, O my soul, to God hast said, Thou art my Lord alone; No benefit's to thee conveyed, By all the good I've done.

Verse 3

But to the saints on earth, upright, My goodness may extend; Those excellent, with great delight, I'll succor, and befriend.

Verse 4

Who warmly foreign Gods adore, Their sorrows shall abound; Their blood drink offerings I'll not pour, Nor names my lips shall sound.

Verse 5

The Lord's the portion of my soul, He doth my part ordain; He richly fills my flowing bowl, And doth my lot maintain.

Verse 6

The lines have measured out my share, In a most pleasant seat; My heritage is fallen, where All blessings jointly meet.

Verse 7

In thanks to God, my heart I'll raise, Whose counsel guides me right; Sweetly my inmost thoughts he sways. In each revolving night.

Verse 8

My Faith has ever seen the Lord, As present, in his love; At my right hand he'll strength afford, That naught shall me remove.

Verse 9

Therefore my heart's with joy possessed, My tongue a cheerful strain; My dying flesh secure shall rest, In hope to rise again.

Verse 10

For thou wilt not abandon me. Nor leave me in the grave; But, from the least corruption free, Thy holy one wilt save.

Verse 11

Thou wilt to me, life's path expand; Joys in perfection glow Before thy face, at thy right hand, Immortal pleasures flow.