1 Lord, keep me, for I trust in thee,
and do confess indeed,
Thou art my God, and of my goods
Thou hast not any need:

2 Therefore I give them to the saints
that in the world do dwell;
Namely, unto the faithful flock
in virtue that excel.

3 Their sorrows shall be multiplied,
who run so hastily,
To offer to the idol gods,
That are but vanity.

4 As for their bloody sacrifice
and off'rings of that sort,
I will not touch, neither thereof
shall my lips make report.

5 For why? the Lord the portion is
of mine inheritance;
And he it is that doth preserve
my lot from all mischance.

6 The place wherein my lot is fall'n
in beauty doth excel;
My heritage assigned to me
doth please me wond'rous well.

7 I thank the Lord that caus-ed me
to understand the right:
For by this means my secret thoughts
do teach me in the night.

8 I set the Lord still in my sight,
and trust him over all;
For he doth stand on my right hand,
therefore I shall not fall.

9 Wherefore my heart and tongue also
rejoice exceedingly;
My flesh likewise doth rest in hope
to rise again: for why?

l0 Thou wilt not leave my soul in hell
because thou lovest me;
Nor yet wilt give thy Holy One
corruption for to see:

11 But wilt me show the way to life,
where there is joy in store;
And where at thy right hand there are
pleasures for evermore.