PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;

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.

But from the saints on earth I reap Pleasures exceeding all below; Such is the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know.

Though once I chose the sons of earth, Pleasures of flesh and sense were mine, Now I love those of heavenly birth, Whose thoughts and language are divine.

My Lord remains before mine eyes; At my right hand He stands prepared To keep my soul from all surprise, My sure and everlasting Guard.