Psalm 16 (Version 1, Part 1)

Preserve me, Lord, in time of need

For succour to thy throne I flee,

But have no merits there to plead;

My goodness cannot reach to thee.

Oft have my heart and tongue confest

How empty and how poor I am;

My praise can never make thee blest,

Nor add new glories to thy name.

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.

Let others choose the sons of mirth

To give a relish to their wine,

I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.