Author: Isaac Watts Meter: 126.96.36.199 Appears in 25 hymnals Scripture: Psalm 16:1-8 First Line: Save me, O Lord, from every foe Lyrics:
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.
Yet if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by 't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.
Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.
His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.
God is my portion and my joy,
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.
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.
Topics: God all-sufficient; Works good profit men, not God; Support and counsel from God; Saints the best company; Resurrection of the saints; Poverty confessed; Merit disclaimed; Idolatry reproved; Hope of resurrection; Grace without merit; Good works profit men, not God; Resurrection and death of Christ; Death courage in it; Death and resurrection of Christ; Courage in death; Counsel and support from God; Confession of our poverty; Company of saints; Comfort and support in God; Christ his death and resurrection; Christ his all-sufficiency
Psalm 16 Part 1