The Lxiiid Psalm.

THE LXIIID PSALM.

O God, thou art my only God, My Saviour and my King, Early thy face, O Lord, I seek, Thy praise I strive to sing.

My fainting soul, when parch'd with thirst, To thee looks up for aid; My wearied flesh by barren lands And drought is sore dismay'd.

Thus have I sought my heav'nly King In holiness to see; Oh, let my soul confess thy power, And glory still in thee.

Far better than the life itself Thy kindness do I prize, My lips thy praises shall rehearse For ever on this wise.

For ever magnify my God, And still record his fame, My hands while I have life, lift up In honour of his name.

Thus shall my soul be satisfied, Even as with daintiest meat, When I with joyful lips thy praise For evermore repeat.