When in the night I meditate
on mercies multiplied,
my grateful heart inspires my tongue
to bless the Lord, my Guide.
Forever in my thought the LORD
before my face shall stand;
secure, unmoved, I shall remain,
with Him at my right hand.
My inmost being thrills with joy
and gladness fills my breast;
because on Him my trust is stayed,
my flesh in hope shall rest.
I know that I shall not be left
forgotten in the grave,
and from corruption, Thou, O LORD,
Thy holy one wilt save.
The path of life Thou showest me;
of joy a boundless store
is ever found at Thy right hand,
and pleasures evermore.
—The Psalter, 1912