20b. O Mighty God, preserve thou me

1. O Mighty God, preserve thou me,
From all my restless Foes;
For Succour, to thine Arms, I flee,
My Trust in Thee repose.
2. Thou, O my Soul, to God hast said,
Thou art my Lord alone;
No Benefit's to Thee convey'd.
By all the Good I've done.

3. But to the Saints on Earth, upright,
My Goodness may extend;
Those excellent, with great Delight,
I'll succour, and befriend.
4. Who warmly foreign Gods adore,
Their Sorrows shall abound;
Their Blood Drink-Off'rings I'll not pour,
Nor Names my Lips shall sound.

5. The Lord's the Portion of my Soul,
He doth my Part ordain;
He richly fills my flowing Bowl,
And doth my Lot maintain.
6. The Lines have measur'd out my Share,
In a most pleasant Seat;
My Heritage is fallen, where
All Blessings jointly meet.

7. In Thanks to God, my Heart I'll raise,
Whose Counsel guides me right;
Sweetly my inmost Thoughts he sways.
In each revolving Night.
8. My Faith has ever seen the Lord,
As present, in his Love;
At my Right-hand he'll Strength afford.
That nought shall me remove.

9. Therefore my Heart's with Joy possest,
My Tongue a chearful Strain;
My dying Flesh secure shall rest,
In Hope to rise again.
10 For thou wilt not abandon me.
Nor leave me in the Grave;
But, from the least Corruption free,
Thy holy One wilt save.
11. Thou wilt to me, Life's Path expand;
Joys in Perfection glow
Before thy Face, at thy Right-hand,
Immortal Pleasures flow.

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First Line: O Mighty God, preserve thou me
Language: English
Publication Date: 1752
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