From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650
1 Lord, keep me; for I trust in thee. 2 To God thus was my speech, Thou art my Lord; and unto thee my goodness doth not reach: 3 To saints on earth, to th' excellent, where my delight's all plac'd. 4 Their sorrows shall be multiply'd to other gods that haste: Of their drink-offerings of blood I will no off `ring make; Yea, neither I their very names up in my lips will take. 5 God is of mine inheritance and cup the portion; The lot that fallen is to me thou dost maintain alone. 6 Unto me happily the lines in pleasant places fell; Yea, the inheritance I got in beauty doth excel. 7 I bless the Lord, because he doth by counsel me conduct; And in the seasons of the night my reins do me instruct. 8 Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not moved be. 9 Because of this my heart is glad, and joy shall be exprest Ev'n by my glory; and my flesh in confidence shall rest. 10 Because my soul in grave to dwell shall not be left by thee; Nor wilt thou give thine Holy One corruption to see. 11 Thou 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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