Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#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 confess'd
How empty and how poor I am:
My praise can never make thee bless'd,
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 heav'nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

Text Information

• 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: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 16
• Notes: First part

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