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.