Psalms ‎#63c

63c. Longing after God; or, The Love of God better than Life

1 Great God, indulge my humble claim,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engag'd to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine by sacred ties;
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.

3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands
For thee I long, to thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water brook.

4 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face;
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And left the pow'r of sov'reign grace.

5 Not fruits or wines, that tempt our taste,
No pleasures that to sense belong,
Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise so high my cheerful song.

6 My life itself without thy love
No taste or pleasure could afford;
'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from the Lord.

7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.

8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And bless the remnant of my days.

Text Information

• First Line: Great God, indulge my humble claim
• Title: Longing after God; or, The Love of God better than Life
• Meter: Long Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 63
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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