Preserve me, Lord, in time of need

Verse 1

Preserve me, Lord, in time of need; For succor to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead: My goodness cannot reach to thee.

Verse 2

Oft have my heart and tongue confest How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make thee blest, Nor add new glories to thy name.

Verse 3

Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know.

Verse 4

Let others choose the songs of mirth To give a relish to their wine; I love the men of heav’nly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine.