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:
2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may still rejoice,
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The people of my choice.
3 Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.
4 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.
5 God is my portion and my joy;
His counsels are my light:
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.
6 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.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Save me, O Lord, from every foe |
Title: | Support and Counsel from God without Merit |
Meter: | Com. Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Christ: his all-sufficiency; Christ: his death and resurrection; Comfort and Support in God(16 more...) |
Notes: | First Part |