Scripture Verse

Deliver my soul from the wicked, which is Thy sword: From men which are Thy hand, O Lord, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly Thou fillest with Thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes. Psalm 17:13–14


Isaac Watts (1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. The sin­ner’s por­tion and saint’s hope; or, the Hea­ven of se­pa­rate souls and the re­sur­rec­tion.

Music: De­Pauw Ro­bert G. Mc­Cutch­an, 1930 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

  • Aerion in Car­mi­na Sac­ra, 1844 (🔊 pdf nwc)
Robert G. McCutchan (1877–1958)


Lord, I am Thine: but Thou wilt prove
My faith, my patience, and my love:
When men of spite against me join,
They are the sword, the hand is Thine.

Their hope and portion lies below:
’Tis all the happiness they know,
’Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
And leave the rest among their heirs.

What sinners value I resign;
Lord, ’tis enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in right­eous­ness.

This life’s a dream, an empty show;
But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:
When shall I wake, and find me there?

O glo­ri­ous hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.

My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound;
Then burst the chains in sweet surprise,
And in my Sav­ior’s image rise.