O God, preserve me, for in Thee
Alone my trust has stood;
My soul has said, Thou art my Lord,
My chief and only good.
I love Thy saints, who fear Thy name,
And walk as in Thy sight;
They are the excellent of earth,
In them is my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied
Who worship aught but Thee;
I share not in their offerings,
Nor join their company.
The Lord is mine inheritance,
The Lord alone remains
The fullness of my cup of bliss;
The Lord my lot maintains.
The lines are fallen unto me
In places large and fair;
A goodly heritage is mine,
Marked out with gracious care.