8s & 6s. Psalm xvi. 1 O LORD, thy faithful servant save, Faith in thy name thou know'st I have; My soul hath called thee mine: My good cannot to thee extend, My good did first from thee descend, And all I have is thine.
2 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.
3 The Lord I will for ever bless; The Counsellor and Prince of peace, He teaches me his will; He doth with nightly pains chastise, And makes me to salvation wise By every scourge I feel.
4 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.
5 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.
6 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.
