The Whole Book of Psalms ‎#XVI

XVI. Protect me from my cruel foes

1 Protect me from my cruel foes,
and shield me, Lord, from harm;
Because my trust I still repose
on thy Almighty arm.
2 My soul all help but thine does slight,
all gods but thee disown;
Yet can no deeds of mine requite,
the foodness thou hast shown.
3 But those that strictly virtuous are,
and love the thing that's right,
To favour always, and prefer,
shall be my chief delight.

4 How shall their sorrows be increas'd,
who other gods adore;
Their bloody off'rings I detest,
their very names abhor.
5 My lot is fall'n in that blest land,
where God is truly known;
He fills my cup with lib'ral hand;
'tis he supports my throne.

6 In nature's most delightful scene
my happy portion lies;
The place of my appointed reign
all other lands outvies.
7 Therefore my soul shall bless the Lord,
whose precepts give me light;
And private counsel still afford,
in sorrow's dismal night.

8 I strive each action to approve
to His all-seeing eye;
No danger shall my hopes remove,
because he still is nigh.
9 Therefore my heart all grief defies,
my glory does rejoice;
My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise,
wak'd by his pow'rful voice.

10 Thou, Lord, when I resign my breath,
my soul from hell shalt free;
Nor let thy Holy One in death
the least corruption see.
11 Thou shalt the paths of life display,
that to thy presence lead;
Where pleasures dwell without allay,
and joys that never fade.

Text Information

• First Line: Protect me from my cruel foes
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 16

Tune Information

(No tune information)