Psalms ‎#63d

63d. 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 pow'r and glory to behold,
And feel thy quick'ning grace.

4 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compar'd with 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.

Text Information

• First Line: My God, permit my tongue
• Title: Seeking God
• Meter: Short Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  Psalm 63

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