Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#31a

31a. Confession of our poverty; and, Saints the best Company; or, Good Works profit Men, not God

1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need,
For succour to thy throne I flee,
But have no merits there to plead;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

3 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.

4 Let others chuse the sons of mirth,
To give a relish to their wine?
I love the men of heavenly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

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• First Line: Preserve me, Lord, in time of need
• Title: Confession of our poverty; and, Saints the best Company; or, Good Works profit Men, not God
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  Psalm 16
• Topic: Christ: his all-sufficiency; Christ: his death and resurrection; Comfort and Support in God; Company of saints; Confession: of our poverty; Counsel and Support form God; Courage: in death; Death: and resurrection of Christ; Death: courage in it; Evidence: of Grace; God: all-sufficient; Good Works: profit Man, not God; Grace: without merit; Hope: of resurrection; Merit disclaimed; Poverty confessed; Resurrection: and death of Christ; Resurrection: of the saints; Saints: the best company
• Notes: First Part

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