Psalm 16

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.

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