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.