Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P16d (1766) Lyrics: 1 Save me, O Lord, from every Foe,
In Thee my Trust I place;
Though all the Good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy Grace.
2 Yet if my GOD prolong my Breath,
The Saints may profit by't;
The Saints the Glory of the Earth,
The Men of my Delight.
3 Let Heathens to their Idols haste,
And worship Wood or Stone;
But my delightful Lot is cast
Where the true GOD is known.
4 His Hand provides my constant Food,
He fills my daily Cup;
Much am I pleas'd with present Good,
But more rejoice in Hope.
5 GOD is my Portion and my Joy;
His Counsels are my Light:
He gives me sweet Advice by Day,
And gentle Hints by Night.
6 My Soul would all her Thoughts approve
To his all-seeing Eye;
Not death nor Hell my Hope shall move,
While such a Friend is nigh. Topics: Christ his death and resurrection; Christ the second Adam, his Incarnation, his Dominion, his All-Suffiecincy; Comfort and support in God; Confession of our poverty; Counsel and Support from God; Courage in death; Death courage in it; God all-sufficient; Good works profit Men, not God; Grace without merit; Hope of resurrection; Idolatry reproved; Merit disclaimed; Poverty confessed; Resurrection of the saints Scripture: Psalm 16:1-8 Languages: English
Save me, O Lord, from every Foe