Psalms 16:1

• [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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• [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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Psalms 71:1

• [Psa 71:1] In Thee, O Lord, I Put My Trust

  In Thee, O Lord, I put my trust; Shamed let me never be; O save me in Thy righteousness, Give ear, and rescue me. Be Thou my rock, my dwelling place, Forever mine, as now; Salvation Thou hast willed for me, My rock and fortress, Thou. Deliver me from wicked hands, Save me from men unjust, For Thou, Jehovah, art my hope, From youth Thou art my trust. Thou hast upheld me in Thy grace, From childhood’s early days; To Thee from whom I life received Will I give constant praise. Though troubles great o’ershadow me, Thou art my refuge strong, My mouth shall praise Thee all the day, Thine honor be my song. Cast me not off when hoary age Becomes my weary lot, And in the days of failing strength Do Thou forsake me not. My foes are strong and confident For I to them appear As one forsaken by his God, With none to help me near. My God, be Thou not far from me, Make haste to hear my call; Ashamed, consumed be all my foes, Dishonored let them fall. But I will ever hope in Thee, My ceaseless praise is Thine; I will declare Thy countless deeds Of truth and grace divine. Yea, I will tell the mighty acts Performed by God the Lord; Thy righteousness and Thine alone, With praise I will record.

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• [Psa 71:1] My Savior, My Almighty Friend

  My Savior, my almighty Friend, When I begin Thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of Thy grace? Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew Thy graces first, I speak Thy glories more. My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road, And march with courage in Thy strength, To see my Father God. When I am filled with sore distress For some surprising sin, I’ll plead Thy perfect righteousness, And mention none but Thine. How will my lips rejoice to tell The victories of my King! My soul, redeemed from sin and hell, Shall Thy salvation bring. My tongue shall all the day proclaim My Savior and my God; His death has brought my foes to shame, And drowned them in His blood. Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; With this delightful song I’ll entertain the darkest hours Nor think the season long.

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Psalms 91:9

• [Psa 91:9] Because Thy Trust Is God Alone

  Because thy trust is God alone, Thy refuge is the Highest One; No evil shall upon thee come, Nor plague approach thy guarded home. Angelic guards at His commands Will bear thee safely in their hands, Will keep thee, lest, if left alone, Thou dash thy foot against a stone. Though fierce and treacherous foes assail, Their power and wrath shall not prevail; Their cruel strength, their venomed spite, Thou shalt o’ercome with conquering might. Because on Me he set his love, I will his constant Savior prove, And since to him My Name is known, I will exalt him as Mine own. As oft as he shall call me on Me, Most gracious shall My answer be; I will be with him in distress, And in his trouble I will bless. Complete deliverance I will give, And honor him while he shall live; Abundant life I will bestow, To him, My full salvation show.

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• [Psa 91:9] Ye Sons Of Men, A Feeble Race

  Ye sons of men, a feeble race, Exposed to every snare, Come, make the Lord your dwelling place, And try and trust His care. No ill shall enter where you dwell; Or if the plague come nigh, And sweep the wicked down to hell, ’Twill raise His saints on high. He’ll give His angels charge to keep Your feet in all their ways; To watch your pillow while you sleep, And guard your happy days. Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall And dash against the stones: Are they not servants at His call, And sent t’attend His sons? Adders and lions ye shall tread; The tempter’s wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent’s head Puts him beneath your feet. “Because on Me they set their love, I’ll save them,” saith the Lord; “I’ll bear their joyful souls above Destruction and the sword. “My grace shall answer when they call, In trouble I’ll be nigh; My power shall help them when they fall, And raise them when they die. “They that on earth My Name have known I’ll honor them in Heav’n; There My salvation shall be shown, And endless live be giv’n.”

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