Words: Isaac Watts
Note: there is also a Common Metre version on this page
Part 1. Confession of our poverty.
1 Preserve me, Lord, in time of need; For succor to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead: My goodness cannot reach to thee.
2 0ft have my heart and tongue confessed How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make thee blessed, Nor add new glories to thy name.
3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know.
4 Let others choose the sons of mirth To give a relish to their wine; I love the men of heav'nly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine.
PART 2. Christ's all-sufficiency.
1 How fast their guilt and sorrows rise Who haste to seek some idol god! I will not taste their sacrifice, Their off'rings of forbidden blood.
2 My God provides a richer cup, And nobler food to live upon; He for my life has offered up Jesus, his best-beloved Son.
3 His love is my perpetual feast; By day his counsels guide me right; And be his name for ever blessed, Who gives me sweet advice by night.
4 I set him still before mine eyes; At my right hand he stands prepared To keep my soul from all surprise, And be my everlasting guard.
Part 3. Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection.
1 When God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop: Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high; Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way Up to thy throne above the sky.
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discov'ries of thy grace (Which we but tasted here below) Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.
Part 1. v 1-8 Support and counsel from God, without merit.
1 Save me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe; In thee my trust I place, Though all the good that I can do Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
2 Yet if my God prolong my breath, The saints may profit by't; The saints, the glory of the earth, The men of my delight.
3 Let heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood or stone; But my delightful lot is cast Where the true God is known.
4 His hand provides my constant food, He fills my daily cup; Much am I pleased with present good, But more rejoice in hope.
5 God is my portion and my joy, His counsels are my light; He gives me sweet advice by day, And gentle hints by night.
6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye; Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move, While such a Friend is nigh.
Part 2. The death and resurrection of Christ.
1 "I Set the Lord before my face, He bears my courage up; My heart and tongue their joys express, My flesh shall rest in hope.
2 "My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave Where souls departed are; Nor quit my body to the grave, To see corruption there.
3 "Thou wilt reveal the path of life, And raise mc to thy throne; Thy courts immortal pleasure give, Thy presence joys unknown,"
4 Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord, The holy David sung; And Providence fulfils the word Of his prophetic tongue.
5 Jesus, whom ev'ry saint adores, Was crucified and slain: Behold, the tomb its prey restores! Behold, he lives again!
6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heav'n's eternal hills? There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smiles.