God, keep me safe; in You I refuge take.
You are my Lord; I have no good elsewhere.
The hearts of all idolaters will ache;
In all their sacrifices I’ll not share.

Lord, my inheritance You have assigned;
You guard what’s mine and make me feel secure.
Your boundary lines are pleasant to my mind;
Your future blessings will bring joy for sure.

Lord, I will praise You for Your counsel wise;
Even at night my heart tells me Your way.
I’ll always set You first before my eyes;
You’re right beside me; I won’t be afraid.

My heart is glad; my tongue rejoices e’er;
I know You will not leave me when I die.
The path of life to me You will declare;
You’ll fill me with eternal joy on high.

O God, preserve me, for in Thee
Alone my trust has stood;
My soul has said, Thou art my Lord,
My chief and only good.

I love Thy saints, who fear Thy Name,
And walk as in Thy sight;
They are the excellent of earth,
In them is my delight.

Their sorrows shall be multiplied
Who worship aught but Thee;
I share not in their offerings,
Nor join their company.

The Lord is mine inheritance,
The Lord alone remains
The fullness of my cup of bliss;
The Lord my lot maintains.

The lines are fallen unto me
In places large and fair;
A goodly heritage is mine,
Marked out with gracious care.

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 songs of mirth
To give a relish to their wine;
I love the men of heav’nly birth,
Whose thoughts and language are divine.

To Thee, O Lord, I fly
And on Thy help depend;
Thou art my Lord and King most high;
Do Thou my soul defend.
A heritage for me
Jehovah will remain;
My portion rich and full is He,
My right He will maintain.

The lot to me that fell
Is beautiful and fair;
The heritage in which I dwell
Is good beyond compare.
I praise the Lord above
Whose counsel guides aright;
My heart instructs me in His love
In seasons of the night.

I keep before me still
The Lord Whom I have proved;
At my right hand He guards from ill,
And I shall not be moved.
Life’s pathway Thou wilt show,
To Thy right hand wilt guide,
Where streams of pleasure ever flow,
And boundless joys abide.

Oh to be over yonder,
In that bright land of wonder,
Where the angel voices mingle, and
The angel harps do ring!
To be free from care and sorrow,
And the anxious dread tomorrow,
To rest in light and sunshine in
The presence of the King!

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Oh to be over yonder!
In that land of wonder,
There to be forever
In the presence of the King!

Oh to be over yonder!
My longing heart grows fonder
Of looking to the far off east,
To see the daystar bring
Some tidings of th’awaking—
Of the cloudless, pure day breaking,
My heart is yearning—yearning for
The coming of the King!

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Oh to be over yonder!
Alas! I sigh and ponder—
Why clings this poor, weak heart of mine
To any earthly thing?
For each earthly tie must sever,
And pass away forever:
There’s no more separation in
The presence of the King!

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Oh, when shall I be dwelling
Where angel voices, swelling
In triumphant hallelujahs, make
The vaulted heavens ring—
Where the pearly gates are gleaming,
And the Morning Star is beaming?
O when shall I be yonder in
The presence of the King?

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Oh, when shall I be yonder?
The longing groweth stronger
To join in all the praises the
Redeemèd ones do sing.
Within those heavenly places,
Where the angels veil their faces,
In awe and adoration, in
The presence of the King!

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Oh, I shall soon be yonder,
And lonely as I wander,
Yearning for the welcome summer—
Longing for the bird’s fleet wing,
The midnight may be dreary,
And the heart be worn and weary,
But there’s no more shadow yonder,
In the presence of the King.

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How fast their guilt and sorrows rise
Who haste to seek some idol-god!
I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood.

My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon:
He for my life has offered up
Jesus, His best-belovèd Son.

His love is my perpetual feast;
By day His counsels guide me right;
And be His Name for ever blessed,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.

I set Him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand He stands prepared
To keep my soul from all surprise
And be my everlasting guard.