Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
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: 3 Because to me thy wondrous love than life itself does dearer prove, My lips shall always speak thy praise.
4 My life, while I that life enjoy, in blessing God I will employ, With lifted hands adore his Name 5 My soul's content shall be as great as theirs who choicest dainties eat, While 1 with joy his praise proclaim.
6 When down I lie sweet sleep to find, thou, Lord, art present to my mind; And when I wake in dead of night: 7 Because thou still dost succor bring, beneath the shadow of thy wing I rest with safety and delight.
8 My soul, when foes would me devou'r, cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless pow'r In her support is daily shown: 9 But those the righteous Lord Shall slay that my destruction wish, and they That seek my life shall lose their own. 10, 11 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.