1 O God, my gracious God, to thee

my morning pray'rs shall offerdd be;

For thee my thirsty soul doth pant:

My fainting flesh implores thy grace,

within the dry and barren place,

Where I refreshing waters want.

2 O to my longing eyes once more

that view of glorious pow'r restore

Which thy majestic house displays:

3 Because to me thy wondrous love

than life itself does dearer prove,

My lips shall always speak thy praise.

4 My life, while I that life enjoy,

in blessing God I will employ,

With lifted hands adore his Name

5 My soul's content shall be as great

as theirs who choicest dainties eat,

While 1 with joy his praise proclaim.

6 When down I lie sweet sleep to find,

thou, Lord, art present to my mind;

And when I wake in dead of night:

7 Because thou still dost succor bring,

beneath the shadow of thy wing

I rest with safety and delight.

8 My soul, when foes would me devou'r,

cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless pow'r

In her support is daily shown:

9 But those the righteous Lord Shall slay

that my destruction wish, and they

That seek my life shall lose their own.

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11 They by untimely ends shall die,

their flesh a prey to foxes lie;

But God shall fill the king with joy:

Who thee confess shall still rejoice,

Whilst the false tongue, and lying voice

Thou, Lord shalt silence and destroy.