Psalms of David 16
16
PSALM XVI.
C .M.
1PROTECT me from my cruel foes,
And shield me, Lord, from harm,
Because my trust I still repose
On thy Almighty arm.
2My soul all help but thine does slight,
All gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite
The goodness thou hast shown.
3But those that strictly virtuous are,
And love the thing that’s right,
To favour always and prefer
Shall be my chief delight.
4How shall their sorrows be increas’d,
Who other gods adore
Their bloody off’rings I detest,
Their very names abhor.
5My 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.
6In nature’s most delightful scene
My happy portion lies;
The place of my appointed reign
All other lands outvies.
7Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,
And private counsel still afford
In sorrow’s dismal night.
8I strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is.
9Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
Wak’d by his pow’rful voice.
10Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
My soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let thy Holy One in death
The least corruption see.
11Thou shalt the paths of life display,
That to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.
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First published 1696, improved 1698.
Psalms of David 16
16
PSALM XVI.
C .M.
1PROTECT me from my cruel foes,
And shield me, Lord, from harm,
Because my trust I still repose
On thy Almighty arm.
2My soul all help but thine does slight,
All gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite
The goodness thou hast shown.
3But those that strictly virtuous are,
And love the thing that’s right,
To favour always and prefer
Shall be my chief delight.
4How shall their sorrows be increas’d,
Who other gods adore
Their bloody off’rings I detest,
Their very names abhor.
5My 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.
6In nature’s most delightful scene
My happy portion lies;
The place of my appointed reign
All other lands outvies.
7Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
Whose precepts give me light,
And private counsel still afford
In sorrow’s dismal night.
8I strive each action to approve
To his all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,
Because he still is.
9Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest in hope to rise,
Wak’d by his pow’rful voice.
10Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
My soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let thy Holy One in death
The least corruption see.
11Thou shalt the paths of life display,
That to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
And joys that never fade.
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