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.

Gräfenberg Johann Crüger, Praxis Pietatis Melica 1647 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Johann Crüger (1598-1662)

Save me, O Lord, from every foe;
In Thee my trust I place,
Though all the good that I can do
Can ne’er deserve Thy grace.

Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by’t;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.

His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

God is my portion and my joy,
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

My soul would all her thoughts approve
To His all-seeing eye;
Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move,
While such a friend is nigh.