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Great God indulge my humble claim Thou art my hope




Great God, indulge my humble claim,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose Thy Name
Stand all engaged to make me blest.


Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am Thine by sacred ties;
Thy son, Thy servant, bought with blood.


With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,
For Thee I long, to Thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water brook.


With early feet I love tí appear
Among Thy saints, and seek Thy face;
Oft have I seen Thy glory there,
And felt the power of sovereign grace.


Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so.


My life itself without Thy love
No taste of pleasure could afford;
íTwould but a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banished from the Lord.


Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of Thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.


Iíll lift my hands, Iíll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And spend the remnant of my days.


Should I from thee, my God, remove,
Life could no lasting bliss afford;
My joy, the sense of pardoning love,
My guard, the presence of my Lord.


I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And fill the circle of my days.


---Alternative verses---


Great God, indulge my humble claim,
Be Thou my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose Thy Name
Stand all engaged to make me blest.


With fainting heart and lifted hands,
For Thee I long, to Thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water brook.


Iíll lift my hands, Iíll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And bless the remnant of my days.


E'en itself without Thy love
No lasting pleasure could afford;
Yes, ítwould a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banished from the Lord.


Iíll lift my hands, Iíll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And cheer the remnant of my days.

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LYRICS
Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
Writer(s):
    Trans/Adapted:
      Dates: 1719
      Bible Refs: Ps 63; Ps 63:4;
      MUSIC
      Name: UXBRIDGE
      Meter: 8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
      Writer(s):
        Dates: 1830
        SCORE PREVIEW
        score
        ALTERNATIVE TUNES
        Name meter
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
        8 8 8 8 D (D.L.M.)

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