Save Me, O Lord, from Every Foe

Save me

O Lord

from ev­ery foe;

In Thee my trust I place

Though all the good that I can do

Can ne’er de­serve Thy grace.

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.

Let hea­thens to their id­ols haste

And wor­ship wood or stone;

But my de­light­ful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.

His hand pro­vides my con­stant food

He fills my dai­ly cup;

Much am I pleased with pre­sent good

But more re­joice in hope.

God is my por­tion and my joy

His coun­sels are my light;

He gives me sweet ad­vice by day

And gen­tle hints by night.

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.