Psalm 16:4 First Part [Save Me, O Lord, From Every Foe]

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Title:     Psalm 16:4 First Part [Save Me, O Lord, From Every Foe]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Support and counsel from God without merit.

Save me, O Lord, from every foe;
In thee my trust I place,
Tho' all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

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.

Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast
Where the true God is known.

His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

God is my portion and my joy,
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Psalm 16:4 First Part [Ssave Me, O Lord, From Every Foe]

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