To Thee, O Lord, I Fly

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.