First Part:
1 Preserve me, Lord, in Time of Need,
For Succour 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 chuse the Sons of Mirth
To give a Relish to their Wine;
I love the Men of heav'nly Birth,
Whose Thoughts and Language are divine
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Preserve me, Lord, in Time of Need |
| Title: | Confession of our Poverty; and Saints the best Company; or, Good Works profit Men, not GOD |
| Meter: | Long Metre |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1740 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Christ: his death and resurrection; Christ: the second Adam, his Incarnation, his Dominion, his All-Suffiecincy; Comfort: and support in God (13 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |