Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
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.
2. Yet if my God prolong my breath,
3. Let heathens to their idols haste,
4. His hand provides my constant food,|
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.
5. God is my portion and my joy,
6. My soul would all her thoughts approve
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