1 Lord keepe me, for I trust in thee,
and doe confesse indeed:
Thou art my God, and of my good,
O Lord thou hast no need.

2 I give my goods unto the Saints,
that in the world doe dwell:
And namely to the faithfull flocke,
in vertue that excell.

3 They shal heap sorrows on their heads
which runne as they were mad:
To offer to the Idoll Gods,
alas it is too bad.

4 As for the bloudy sacrifice,
and offerings of that sort,
I will not touch, nor yet thereof
my lips shall make report.

5 For why? the Lord the portion is
of mine inheritance:
And thou art he that dost maintaine
my rent, my lot, my chance.

6 The place wherein the lot did fall,
in beauty did excell:
Mine heritage assignde to mee
doth please me very well.

7 I thanke the Lord that caused me
to understand the right:
For by his meanes my secret thoughts
doe teach me every night.

8 I set the Lord still in my sight,
and trust him over all:
For he doth stand on my right hand,
therefore I shall not fall.

9 Wherefore my heart, my tongue also
doe both rejoyce together:
My flesh and body rest in hope,
when I this thing consider.

10 Thou wilt not leave my soule in grave,
for Lord thou lovest me:
Nor yet wilt give thine holy one
corruption for to see.

11 But wilt teach me the way of life,
for all treasure and store
Of perfect joy are in thy face
and power for evermore.