By William Cleary
- E♭ major
- Plain tune
- Time signature
- Isaac Watts,
Save me, O Lord, from ev'ry foe;
In thee my trust I place;
Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
Yet if the Lord prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.
His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.