1. Preserve me, O my God; I put my trust in You.
Lord, I confess, You are my Lord: No good have I but You.
The godly ones on earth, Those holy in Your sight,
The noble and majestic ones, Fill me with great delight.

2. Their sorrows multiply who after idols seek.
To them I’ll no blood off’rings make; their names I’ll never speak.
The Lord the portion is of my inheritance.
He fills my cup, my lot prepares, secures to me His grants.

3. The lines that fell to me enclose a pleasant site
The heritage that I received to me is a delight.
I bless the Lord Who guides with counsel that is right.
My heart within me He directs to teach me in the night.

4. I always keep the Lord before me, Him to see.
Because He is at my right hand I never moved shall be.
Thus gladness fills my soul; my joy must be expressed
With my whole being, for my flesh securely finds its rest.

5. My soul You will not leave in death’s dark pit to be.
Corruption You will not permit Your Holy One to see.
The path of life You’ll show; of joy You hold great store.
Before Your face, at Your right hand, are pleasures evermore.