Preserve Thy faithful servant, Lord,
Who art the refuge of the just;
To me Thy sheltering aid afford,
For in Thine arm alone I trust.
The saints, who dwell the earth around,
I view with pleasure and delight;
But they who other gods have found,
I cast with horror from my sight.
I will not mingle with the throng
Whose guilt their sorrow multiplies;
I will not name them with my tongue,
Nor join their bloody sacrifice.
God is my portion here below:
’Tis He who shall my lot maintain;
His bounty makes my cup o’erflow,
And frees my anxious soul from pain.
Thou shalt unto my longing eyes
The path of endless life display:
Where, in Thy presence, joys arise
Which neither languish nor decay.