1

Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.

2

To God thus was my speech,

Thou art my Lord; and unto thee

my goodness doth not reach:

3

To saints on earth, to th’ excellent,

where my delight’s all plac’d.

4

Their sorrows shall be multiply’d

to other gods that haste:

Of their drink-offerings of blood

I will no off’ring make;

Yea, neither I their very names

up in my lips will take.

5

God is of mine inheritance

and cup the portion;

The lot that fallen is to me

thou dost maintain alone.

6

Unto me happily the lines

in pleasant places fell;

Yea, the inheritance I got

in beauty doth excel.

7

I bless the Lord, because he doth

by counsel me conduct;

And in the seasons of the night

my reins do me instruct.

8

Before me still the Lord I set:

sith it is so that he

Doth ever stand at my right hand,

I shall not moved be.

9

Because of this my heart is glad,

and joy shall be exprest

Ev’n by my glory; and my flesh

in confidence shall rest.

10

Because my soul in grave to dwell

shall not be left by thee;

Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One

corruption to see.

11

Thou wilt me shew the path of life:

of joys there is full store

Before thy face; at thy right hand

are pleasures evermore.