Preserve me, O God, for in Thee do I put my trust. Psalm 16:1
Words: Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David 1719.
Confession of our poverty, and saints the best company; or, good works profit men, not God.
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Preserve me, Lord, in time of need;
For succor to Thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead;
My goodness cannot reach to Thee.
Oft have my heart and tongue confessed
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make Thee blest,
Nor add new glories to Thy name.
Yet, Lord, Thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;
These are the company I keep,
These are the choicest friends I know.
Let others choose the songs of mirth
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heav’nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.