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.
The Psalter, 1912

It is true on the days when I am a storm inside, and I sing it through tears and play it fiercely on the piano, as though my intensity can somehow make me feel its truth.  But it is equally true on clear days like today, when I walk down the long driveway smelling new-mown grass and being reminded, in all of my senses, that “the lines have fallen to me in pleasant places” (Psalm 16:6).

Thou wilt make known to me the path of life;
In Thy presence is fullness of joy;
In Thy right hand there are pleasures forever.
Psalm 16:11

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