1 O Mighty God, preserve thou me,
for upon thee I rest.
2 "Thou art my Lord," thou O my soul,
has to the LORD profess'd.
3 My goodness reaches not to thee;
but to the saints, th' upright
On earth, who are the excellent,
in whom is my delight.
4 Who hast'n a strange one* to adore,
their sorrows shall abound;
Their blood-drink offerings I'll not pour,
nor names my lips shall sound.
5 The LORD the only portion is
Of mine inheritance;
And of my cup; and of my lot
secures the maintenace.
6 The lines that fallen are to me,
in pleasant places are;
And goodly is the heritage
that falleth to my share.
7 I will JEHOVAH humbly bless,
who counsels me aright,
So that my reins do me instruct
in seasons of the night.
8 Before me I the LORD have set
as present evermore:
Because he is at my right hand,
I shall not slide therefore.
9 Therefore my heart rejoyceth much,
my glory's glad withal;
Moreover also dwell in hope
my flesh securely shall:
10 Because thou wilt not leave my soul
in death's estate to be;
Nor suffer wilt THINE HOLY ONE
corruption there to see.
11 Thou wilt me shew the path of life,
which to thy presence goes;
Where joy in fulness is, and where
pure pleasure ever flows.