Text: | Seeking God |
1 My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2 My thirsty fainting soul
Thy mercy doth implore:
Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place,
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.
4 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compar'd to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
5 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live;
Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.
6 In wakeful hours at night,
I call my God to mind.
I think how wise thy counsels are,
And all thy dealings kind.
7 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence;
My cheerful hope relies.
9 The shadow of thy wings,
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my father leads,
And he supports my steps.
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First Line: | My God, permit my tongue |
Title: | Seeking God |
Meter: | Short Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1786 |
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Topic: | Converse with God; Delight: in God; Longing after God(6 more...) |