63 (1) | Psalm 63 Version 1 | CM | |
EARLY, my God, without delay, I come to seek Thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without Thy cheering grace. |
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2 | So travellers in the desert sand Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, Lest they should faint and die. |
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3 | Thy glory, I have seen, and power, Within Thy temple shine; O Lord, repeat that heavenly hour, That blessing so divine. |
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4 | Not all the pleasures of a feast Could please my soul so well, As when Thy richer grace I taste, And in Thy presence dwell. |
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5 | Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best feelings move; Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love. |
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6 | Thus, till my last expiring day, I’ll bless my God and King; Lift my exulting heart to pray, My fervent voice to sing. |
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Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 |