O mighty God, preserve thou me, From all my restless foes

1. O Mighty God, preserve thou me,
From all my restless foes;
For succor, 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 conveyed,
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 succor, and befriend.
4. Who warmly foreign Gods adore,
Their sorrows shall abound;
Their blood drink offerings 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 measured 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 naught shall me remove.

9. Therefore my heart's with joy possessed,
My tongue a cheerful 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.

A New Version of the Psalms of David, 1752