1. O God thou art my Gracious God,
I'll early seek thy Face;
My Soul doth thirst, my Flesh doth long.
For thy refreshing Grace;
As in a dry, and thirsty Land,
Where Waters rare have been;
2. Thy Pow'r and Glory, to behold
As in thy Courts I've seen.

3. Because thy Love doth Life excell,
My Lips shall speak thy Praise.
4. I'll bless Thee, while I live; my Hands,
To Thee, adoring raise.
5. Then shall my Soul be satisfy'd,
As with rich Dainties fed;
My Mouth her joyful Lips employ,
Thy Praises wide to spread.

6. Mean Time, while on my Bed I ly,
I will remember Thee;
My Thoughts, in Watches of the Night,
On Thee shall musing be.
7. Since thou hast been my Help, with Joy,
I'll to thy Courts resort.
8. My Soul pursues hard after Thee;
Thy Pow'r doth me support.

9. But those shall to th' Abyss go down.
That seek my Life to slay:
10. Their Carcasses, fall'n by the Sword,
Shall be the Foxes Prey.
11. Yet shall the King in God rejoice,
And all that by him sware.
Shall glory; but their Mouths be stop'd.
That full of lying are.