Psalm 34 (Version 1, Part 1)

Lord, I will bless thee all my days,

Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;

My soul shall glory in thy grace,

While saints rejoice to hear the song.

Come, magnify the Lord with me,

Come, let us all exalt his name;

I sought th' eternal God, and he

Has not expos'd my hope to shame.

I told him all my secret grief,

My secret groaning reach'd his ears;

He gave my inward pains relief,

And calm'd the tumult of my fears.

To him the poor lift up their eyes,

Their faces feel the heavenly shine;

A beam of mercy from the skies

Fills them with light and joy divine.

His holy angels pitch their tents

Around the men that serve the Lord;

O fear and love him, all his saints,

Taste of his grace and trust his word.

The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain

And hunger, roar thro' all the wood;

But none shall seek the Lord in vain,

Nor want supplies of real good.