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Psalms 16:1
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[Psa 16:1] God, Keep Me Safe
God, keep me safe; in You I refuge take. You are my Lord; I have no good elsewhere. The hearts of all idolaters will ache; In all their sacrifices I’ll not share. Lord, my inheritance You have assigned; You guard what’s mine and make me feel secure. Your boundary lines are pleasant to my mind; Your future blessings will bring joy for sure. Lord, I will praise You for Your counsel wise; Even at night my heart tells me Your way. I’ll always set You first before my eyes; You’re right beside me; I won’t be afraid. My heart is glad; my tongue rejoices e’er; I know You will not leave me when I die. The path of life to me You will declare; You’ll fill me with eternal joy on high. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |
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[Psa 16:1] O God, Preserve Me
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. |
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[Psa 16:1] Preserve Me, Lord
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. |
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[Psa 16:1] To Thee, O Lord, I Fly
To Thee, O Lord, I fly And on Thy help depend; Thou art my Lord and King most high; Do Thou my soul defend. A heritage for me Jehovah will remain; My portion rich and full is He, My right He will maintain. The lot to me that fell Is beautiful and fair; The heritage in which I dwell Is good beyond compare. I praise the Lord above Whose counsel guides aright; My heart instructs me in His love In seasons of the night. I keep before me still The Lord Whom I have proved; At my right hand He guards from ill, And I shall not be moved. Life’s pathway Thou wilt show, To Thy right hand wilt guide, Where streams of pleasure ever flow, And boundless joys abide. |
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source: Cyberhymnal |