Psalm 63

O God thou God to mee,
I'l early seek for thee:
My soul, my flesh
With longings fresh
Desireth there to bee.
In thirstie land and dry,
Where is no water nigh:
To see thy might
And glory bright
As in the Sanctu'ry.
Thy kindnes and thy love,
Are life it self above:
My lips shall frame
To praise thy name,
And that doth make them move.
Thus will I bless and praise
Thy Name, even all my dayes:
And unto thine
Own Name divine.
My hands devoutly raise.
With fat and marrow fed,
My soul shall sure be sped:
My mouth and lips
(Sweet fellowships)
Thy praise shall speak and spread.
When I sweet thoughts recite,
Upon my bed at night,
And meditate
Upon thee late
Before the dawning light.
Since thou the fountain whence
Proceedeth my defence,
Thy wings safe shade
Shall now be made
My joyfull residence.
My soul pursues thee hard,
Thy right hand is my guard:
But who assay
My soul to slay
Shall death and hell reward.
They by the sword shall fall,
The foxes portion all:
But for the King
Fresh joys shall spring,
While he on God doth call.
All swearing by his Name,
Shall glory in the same.
Their mouth likewise
That utter lies,
The Lord shall stop with shame.