Preserve Thy Faithful Servant, Lord

Preserve Thy faith­ful servant

Lord

Who art the re­fuge of the just;

To me Thy shel­ter­ing aid af­ford

For in Thine arm alone I trust.

The saints

who dwell the earth around

I view with plea­sure and de­light;

But they who oth­er gods have found

I cast with hor­ror from my sight.

I will not min­gle with the throng

Whose guilt their sor­row mul­ti­plies;

I will not name them with my tongue

Nor join their bloody sac­ri­fice.

God is my por­tion here be­low:

’Tis He who shall my lot main­tain;

His boun­ty makes my cup o’er­flow

And frees my anx­ious soul from pain.

Thou shalt unto my long­ing eyes

The path of end­less life dis­play:

Where

in Thy pre­sence

joys arise

Which nei­ther lang­uish nor de­cay.