To You, O Lord, I fly
And on Your help de-pend;
You are my Lord and King Most High;
Great God, my soul de-fend.
A her-i-tage for me
Je-ho-vah will re-main;
My por-tion rich and full is He,
My right He will main-tain.
The lot to me that fell
Is beau-ti-ful and fair;
The her-i-tage in which I dwell
Is good be-yond com-pare.
I praise the Lord a-bove
Whose coun-sel guides a-right;
My heart in-structs me in His love
In sea-sons of the night.
I keep be-fore me still
The Lord whom I have proved;
At my right hand He guards from ill,
And I shall not be moved.
Life's path-way you will show,
To your right hand will guide,
Where streams of plea-sure ev-er flow,
And bound-less joys a-bide.