Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Protect me from my cruel foes, and shield me, Lord, from harm, Because my trust I still repose on thy Almighty arm.
2 My soul all help but thine does slight, all gods but thee disown; Yet can no deeds of mine requite the goodness thou has shown.
3 But those that strictly virtuous are, and love the thing that's right, To favor always and prefer shall be my chief delight.
4 How shall their sorrows be increased, who other gods adore? Their bloody off'rings I detest, their very names abhor.
5 My lot is fall'n in that blest land where God is truly known; He fills my cup with lib'ral hand; 'tis he supports my throne.
6 In nature's most delightful scene my happy portion lies; The place of my appointed reign all other lands out-vies.
7 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord, whose precepts give me light, And private counsel still afford In sorrow's dismal night.
8 I strive each action to approve to his all-seeing eye; No dangers shall my hopes remove, because he still is nigh.
9 Therefore my heart all grief defies, my glory does rejoice; My flesh shall rest in hope to rise, waked by his pow'rful voice.
10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath, my soul from hell shall free; Nor let thy Holy One in death the least corruption see.
11 Thou shall the paths of life display, that to thy presence lead; Where pleasures dwell without allay, and joys that never fade.