Psalm 16

O Lord, Thy faithful servant save,
Faith in Thy name Thou know'st I have,
My soul hath call'd Thee mine:
My good cannot to Thee extend,
My good did first from Thee descend.
And all I have is Thine.

I feel Thy yearning bowels move;
Thy people for Thy sake I love,
In them alone delight;
The saints who here Thine image bear,
Who here Thy spotless nature share,
And walk with Thee in white.

But those that serve the prince of hell.
His wretched slaves, I still repel,
Nor in their offerings join;
My soul their fellowship disclaims,
My lips shall never name their names,
Or call their pleasures mine.

The Lord Himself my portion is;
Thou reachest out my cup of bliss.
And wilt no more remove;
My fair inheritance Thou art;
The needful thing, the better part,
I find in perfect love.

The Lord I will for ever bless;
The Counsellor and Prince of Peace,
He teaches me His will;
He doth with mighty pains chastise.
And makes me to salvation wise
By every scourge I feel.

Him have I set before my face,
The pardoning God of boundless grace,
Of everlasting love;
By faith I always see Him stand;
And with Him placed on my right hand
I never shall remove.

Wherefore my heart doth now rejoice;
I wait to hear Thy quickening voice;
My flesh exults in hope;
Thou wilt not leave me in the grave
Sure confidence in Thee I have
That Thou wilt raise me up.

As sure as God brought back our Head,
Our great good Shepherd, from the dead,
I shall right early rise;
My soul shall no corruption see;
My soul, O Lord, shall rise with Thee,
And mount above the skies.

Thou wilt the path of life display.
And lead me in Thyself the Way,
Till all Thy grace is given:
Fulness of joy with Thee there is;
Thy presence makes the perfect bliss.
And where Thou art is heaven.
PSALM xvn.