Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases ‎#P17

P17. Psalm 16: Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee

1 Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.
2 To God thus was my speech,
Thou art my Lord; and unto thee
my goodness doth not reach:

3 To saints on earth, to th’ excellent,
where my delight’s all plac’d.
4 Their sorrows shall be multiply’d
to other gods that haste:

Of their drink-offerings of blood
I will no off ‘ring make;
Yea, neither I their very names
up in my lips will take.

5 God is of mine inheritance
and cup the portion;
The lot that fallen is to me
thou dost maintain alone.

6 Unto me happily the lines
in pleasant places fell;
Yea, the inheritance I got
in beauty doth excel.

7 I bless the Lord, because he doth
by counsel me conduct;
And in the seasons of the night
my reins do me instruct.

8 Before me still the Lord I set:
sith it is so that he
Doth ever stand at my right hand,
I shall not moved be.

9 Because of this my heart is glad,
and joy shall be exprest
Ev’n by my glory; and my flesh
in confidence shall rest.

10 Because my soul in grave to dwell
shall not be left by thee;
Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One
corruption to see.

11 Thou wilt me shew the path of life:
of joys there is full store
Before thy face; at thy right hand
are pleasures evermore.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee
• Title: Psalm 16: Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee
• Meter: 8,6,8,6
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1800
• Scripture:
  Psalm 16

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