P.XV | Church Hymn Book#P.XVI.I | P.XVI.II |
1 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.
2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.
3 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.
4 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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First Line: | Preserve me, Lord, in time of need |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
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Topic: | Confession of our Poverty; and, Saints in the best Company |