To Thee, O Lord, I Fly

Verse 1

To you, O Lord, I fly and on your help depend; you are my Lord and King Most High; great God, my soul defend. A heritage for me Jehovah will remain; my portion rich and full is he, my right he will maintain.

Verse 2

The lot to me that fell is beautiful and fair; the heritage in which I dwell is good beyond compare. I praise the Lord above whose counsel guides aright; my heart instructs me in his love in seasons of the night.

Verse 3

I keep before me still the Lord whom I have proved; at my right hand he guards from ill, and I shall not be moved. Life's pathway you will show, to your right hand will guide, where streams of pleasure ever flow, and boundless joys abide.