Psalm 63

O God, Thou art in Jesus mine!
For Thee I sigh, for Thee I pine.
And pant Thy power to prove;
My longing soul implores Thy grace,
In a dry, barren wilderness,
Unwater'd by Thy love.

Thee, Thee my restless heart requires.
And all I am, with strong desires
Thy glorious power to see:
To see Thee, as I once beheld,
My pardoning God in Christ reveal'd,
My Lord, who died for me!

Thy love doth all delights exceed!
Thy precious love is life indeed;
My lips shall sing Thy praise;,
My hands I lift in Jesu's name;
My life and strength, and all I am,
Shall glorify Thy grace.

Thee, Lord, my latest breath shall bless;
My joyful lips shall never cease
To glory in Thy love:
My soul shall feast on heavenly meat,
With sacred joy Thy praise repeat.
Nor envy those above.

On Thee I muse with pure delight;
Through all the happy hours of night
I lean as on Thy breast:
Beneath the shadow of Thy wing,
Jesus, my Peace, my Joy, I sing,
My everlasting Rest!

My soul pursues and hangs on Thee;
Thy hand upholds and strengthens me;
And me Thou still wilt save
From all who seek my soul to slay:
My foes shall fall by beasts of prey,
Or sink into the grave.

Who deal in lies and perjury,
For ever stopp'd their mouth shall be:
But who their God revere.
With Jesu's kings shall lift their voice,
With Jesu's confessors rejoice.
And reign triumphant there.