LYRICS
| Meter: | 8 8 8 8 8 8
| | Writer(s): | Nicholas Brady & Nahum Tate
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| | Dates: | 1696,1821
| | Bible Refs: | Ps 63
| A New Version of the Psalms of David
| 1821
| 63
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| 1. O God, my gracious God, to thee
my morning pray'rs shall offerdd be;
For thee my thirsty soul doth pant:
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
within the dry and barren place,
Where I refreshing waters want.
2. O to my longing eyes once more
that view of glorious pow'r restore
Which thy majestic house displays:
Because to me thy wondrous love
than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
3. My life, while I that life enjoy,
in blessing God I will employ,
With lifted hands adore his Name
My soul's content shall be as great
as theirs who choicest dainties eat,
While 1 with joy his praise proclaim.
4. When down I lie sweet sleep to find,
thou, Lord, art present to my mind;
And when I wake in dead of night:
Because thou still dost succor bring,
beneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.
5. My soul, when foes would me devou'r,
cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless pow'r
In her support is daily shown:
But those the righteous Lord Shall slay
that my destruction wish, and they
That seek my life shall lose their own.
6. They by untimely ends shall die,
their flesh a prey to foxes lie;
But God shall fill the king with joy:
Who thee confess shall still rejoice,
Whilst the false tongue, and lying voice
Thou, Lord shalt silence and destroy.
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