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I O God, my gracious God, to thee
My mourning pray'rs shall offer'd be;
For me thy thirsty soul does pant;
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
Within this dry and barren place
Where I refreshing waters want.
II O! to my longing eyes once more,
That view of glorious pow'r restore,
Which thy majestic house displays:
Because to me thy wond'rous love
Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
III My life, while I that life enjoy,
In blessing God I will employ,
With lifted hands adore his name:
My soul's content shall be as great,
As theirs who choicest dainties eat,
While I with joy his praise proclaim.
IV When I lie down, sweet sleep to find,
Thou, Lord, art present to my mind,
And when I wake in dead of night:
Because thou still dost succour bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.
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First Line: | O God, my gracious God, to thee |
Meter: | Particular Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |