Preserve me, O God, for in Thee do I put my trust.@Psalm 16:1
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Isaac Watts (1674-1748)

Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.

Antwerp William Smallwood, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Preserve me, Lord, in time of need;
For succor to Thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead:
My goodness cannot reach to Thee.

Oft have my heart and tongue confessed
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make Thee blessed,
Nor add new glories to Thy name.

Yet, Lord, Thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.

Let others choose the songs of mirth
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heav’nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.