Isaac Watts (Исаак Уоттс)

Psalm 16. Part 1 (Preserve me, Lord, in time of need)

Confession of our poverty.

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.

Oft 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.

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 heav'nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

1. Hymn 115
2. Psalm 133 (Blest are the sons of peace)
3. Psalm 11 (My refuge is the God of love)
4. Hymn 31 (Why should we start, and fear to die)
5. Hymn 68 (Father, I long, I faint to see)

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