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1Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee.
2To
God thus was my speech,
Thou
art my Lord; and unto thee
my goodness doth not reach:
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3To saints on earth, to th' excellent,
where my delight's all plac'd.
4Their sorrows shall be multiply'd
to other gods that haste:
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Of
their drink-offerings of blood
I will no off 'ring make;
Yea,
neither I their very names
up in my lips will take.
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5God is of mine inheritance
and cup the portion;
The
lot that fallen is to me
thou dost maintain alone.
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6Unto me happily the lines
in pleasant places fell;
Yea,
the inheritance I got
in beauty doth excel.
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7I bless the Lord, because he doth
by counsel me conduct;
And
in the seasons of the night
my reins do me instruct.
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8Before me still the Lord I set:
sith it is so that he
Doth
ever stand at my right hand,
I shall not moved be.
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9Because of this my heart is glad,
and joy shall be exprest
Ev'n
by my glory; and my flesh
in confidence shall rest.
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10Because my soul in grave to dwell
shall not be left by thee;
Nor
wilt thou give thine Holy One
corruption to see.
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11Thou wilt me shew the path of life:
of joys there is full store
Before
thy face; at thy right hand
are pleasures evermore.
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