Preserve me, O God, for in you I hide Unto the LORD, I say "You are my Lord" I have no good apart from you The saints in the land are the excellent ones All my joy is in them They multiply their sorrows Those chasing other gods Their drink off'rings of blood I will not pour out Or take their names on my lips The LORD is my portion; my heritage and my cup You hold my lot; the lines have fallen for me In pleasant places; yes, I have an inheritance that is Beautiful! I bless the LORD who counsels me And in the night my heart teaches me I've set the LORD before me always And now because he is at my right hand I shall not be moved! My heart therefore is glad; my glory exults My flesh also now is dwelling secure For you won't leave my soul to Sheol Or let your godly one see the pit The pathway of life you make known unto me In your presence, there is fullness of joy And at your right hand, there are pleasures that last forevermore Evermore!