- 1 Lord keep me for I trust in thee,
- and do confess indeed,
- Thou art my God, and of my goods
- O Lord thou hast no need.
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- 2 I give my goods unto the Saints
- that in the world do dwell:
- And namely to the faithful flock
- in virtue that excel.
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- 3 They shall heap sorrows on their heads
- which run as they were mad
- To offer to the Idol Gods:
- alas it is too bad.
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- 4 As for their bloody sacrifice,
- and offerings of that sort:
- I will not touch nor yet thereof
- my lips shall make report.
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- 5 For why? the Lord the portion is
- of mine inheritance:
- And thou art he that dost maintain
- my rent, my lot, my chance.
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- 6 The place wherein my lot did fall,
- in beauty did excel:
- Mine heritage assign to me
- doth please me wondrous well.
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- 7 I thank the Lord that caused me
- to understand the right:
- For by this means my secret thoughts
- do teach me every night.
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- 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,
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- 7 Wherefore my heart and tongue also,
- do both rejoice together:
- My flesh and body rest in hope,
- when I this thing consider.
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- 8 Thou wilt not leave my soul in grave,
- (for Lord thou lovest me)
- Nor yet wilt give thy holy one
- corruption for to see.
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- 9 But wilt teach me the way to life,
- for all treasure and store
- Of perfect joy are in thy face,
- and power forevermore.
