Conserva me, Domine
The Lord himself is the portion of mine inheritance, and of my cup; thou shalt maintain my lot. The lot is fallen unto me in a fair ground; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
I will thank the Lord for giving me warning; my reins also chasten me in the night-season. I have set the Lord always before me; for he is on my right hand. Therefore I shall not fall. Wherefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth; my flesh also shall rest in hope. For why? thou shalt not leave my soul in hell; neither shalt thou suffer thy Holy One to see corruption.
Thou shalt show me the path of life; in thy presence is the fulness of joy, and at thy right hand there is pleasure for evermore.