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Not one does good; cor-rupt in thought, Un-righteous works their hands have wrought.
eye That they My people have assailed, Looked down the sons of men to try, That they delight in works of shame, To see if any understood And call not on Jehovah's Name 2
Corrupt are all, and vile in heart; Because he on the Lord relies; Yea, every man has evil done; But they shall tremble yet in fear, Not one does good, not even one. For to the righteous God is near.
2 He that slanders not his brother, 3 Freely to the needy lending,
27 God the Highest Good
PSALM 16 C. M. ST, PETER Alexander R. Reinagle
2 I love Thy saints, who fear Thy Name 4 The Lord is my inheritance,
And walk as in Thy sight; The Lord alone remains They are the excellent of earth, The fulness of my cup of bliss; In them is my delight. The Lord my lot maintains. 3 Their sorrows shall be multiplied 5 The lines are fallen unto me Who worship aught but Thee; In places large and fair; I share not in their offerings, A goodly heritage is mine, Nor join their company. Marked out with gracious care.
28 Fellowship with God
PSALM 16 C. M. MAITLAND George N. Allen ,
~ 1 When in the night I med - i - tate On mer - cies mul - ti - plied,
My grate - ful heart in - spires my tongue To bless the Lord, my Guide.
Fellowship with God
2 Forever in my thought the Lord 4 I know that I shall not be left Before my face shall stand; Forgotten in the grave, Secure, unmoved, I shall remain, And from corruption, Thou, O Lord, With Him at my right hand. Thy holy one wilt save. 3 My inmost being thrills with joy 5 The path of life Thou showest me; And gladness fills my breast; Of joy a boundless store Because on Him my trust is stayed, Is ever found at Thy right hand, My flesh in hope shall rest. And pleasures evermore. 29 Immortality and Resurrection PSALM 16 S. M. LEOMINSTER George William Martin
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2 I keep before me still 3 My soul in death's dark pit
The Lord Whom I have proved; Shall not be left by Thee;
At my right hand He guards from ill, Corruption Thou wilt not permit
My heart is glad and blest, Life's pathway Thou wilt show,
And, lo, my flesh in hope shall rest, Where streams of pleasure ever flow,