Psalm 63

O God thou art my God, betimes
I seek thee, and for thee
My soul doth thirst, my flesh doth long,
where waters none there bee,
In a dry thirsty land, thy pow'r
and glory so to see,
As in the sanctuary I
have formerly seen thee.

Because thy loving kindnesses
do like it self excell,
Therefore my lips shall thankfully
thy glorious praises tell.
Thus when thou shalt restore me, I
will blesse thee all my days,
And in thy holy name I will
lift up my hands in praise.

As with abundant fatnesse, then
my soul shall filled bee,
Also my heart with joyful lips,
shall praises sing to thee.
As oft as I thee in my bed
remember with delight,
And when on thee I meditate,
in watches of the night,

Calling to minde how thou hast been
my faithful helper still,
In the safe shadow of thy wings
trust, and rejoice I will.
My longing soul doth follow hard,
and closely cleave to thee,
And thou again with thy right hand
in love upholdest mee.

But to the grave they shall go down,
that would my ruine see,
The sword shall slay them, and a prey
to foxes they shall bee.
But the King shall in God rejoice,
and all they glory shall,
That swear by him, but stopt shall be
the mouth of liars all.