Psalm 63:4. S. M

My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine, And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine.

My thirsty fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travellers in desert lands Can pant for water more.

Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace.

For life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compar'd to this, To serve and please the Lord.

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.

In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind.

Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies.

The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps.

Psalm 65:1. 1-5. First Part. L. M. Public prayer and praise.

The praise of Sion waits for thee, My God; and praise becomes thy house; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows.

O thou, whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes And islands of the northern sea.

Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again.

Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee, Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free.