Isaac Watts · 34 of 724

Psalm 16 Part 1

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.