Text:Mictam, or a golden Psalm of David

PXVI. Mictam, or a golden Psalm of David

1 O Mighty God, preserve thou me;
for upon thee I rest.
2 "Thou art my Lord," thou O my soul,
has to the LORD profess'd.
3 My goodness reaches not to thee;
but to the saints, th' upright
On earth, who are the excellent,
in whom is my delight.

4 Who hast'n a strange one* to adore,
their sorrows shall abound;
Their blood-drink-off'rings I'll not pour,
nor names my lips shall sound.
5 The LORD the only portion is
of mine inheritance;
And of my cup; and of my lot
secures the maintenance.

6 The lines that fallen are to me,
in pleasant places are;
And goodly is the heritage
alotted to my share.
7 I will JEHOVAH humbly bless,
who counsels me aright,
So that my reins do me instruct
in seasons of the night.

8 Before me I the LORD have set
as present evermore:
Because he is at my right hand,
I shall not slide therefore.
9 Therefore my heart rejoices much,
my glory's glad withal;
Moreover also dwell in hope
my flesh securely shall:

10 Because thou wilt not leave my soul
in death's estate to be;
Nor suffer wilt THINE HOLY ONE
corruption there to see.
11 Thou wilt me shew the path of life,
which to thy presence goes;
Where joy in fulness is, and where
pure pleasure ever flows.

Text Information
First Line: O Mighty God, preserve thou me
Title: Mictam, or a golden Psalm of David
Language: English
Publication Date: 1773
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