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1 Lord, keep me, for I trust in thee. To God thus was my speech; Thou art my Lord, and unto thee My goodness doth not reach;
2 To saints on earth, the excellent, Where my delight is placed. Their sorrows shall be multiplied To other gods that haste.
3 Of their drink-offerings of blood I will no offering make; Yea, neither I their very names Up in my lips will take.
4 Of that inheritance and cup Which unto me pertain, The Lord most high the portion is; My lot thou dost maintain.
5 To me most happily the lines In pleasant places fell; The heritage which I received In beauty doth excel.
6 I bless the Lord, because he doth By counsel me conduct; And in the seasons of the night My reins do me instruct.
7 Before me still the Lord I set; Since it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I never moved shall be.
8 Because of this my heart is glad, And joy shall he expressed Ev'n by my glory; and my flesh In confidence shall rest.
9 Because within the grave my soul Shall not be left by thee: Corruption thou wilt not permit Thy Holy One to see.
10 Thou wilt me show the path of life; Of joys there is full store Before thy face; at thy right hand Are pleasures evermore.
1 To Thee, O Lord, I fly, And on thy help depend; I said, Thou art my Lord Most High, To me deliv'rance send.
2 Not unto thee my worth, It reaches not that height, To saints, the noble ones of earth, With whom is my delight.
3 Their sorrows shall be great That other gods adore, Their very names I'll not repeat, Nor their blood, offerings pour.
4 A heritage for me Jehovah wilt remain; The portion of my cup is he, My lot he shall maintain.
5 The lot to me that fell Is beautiful and fair; The heritage in which I dwell, None can with it compare.
6 I'll praise God while I live, His counsel guides me right; My reins to me instruction give, In seasons of the night.
7 The Lord before me still I set, and trust his love; At my right hand he guards from ill, And nothing shall me move.
8 Now gladness fills my soul, And joy shall be expressed; My glory shall his name extol, My flesh in hope shall rest.
9 My soul in death's dark pit Shall not be left by thee; Corruption thou wilt not permit Thy Holy One to see.
10 Life's path thou wilt me show, To thy right hand me guide, Where streams of pleasure ever flow, And boundless joys abide.