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O God, my God, I early seek
to come to thee in haste;
For why? My soul and body both
do thirst of thee to taste.
And in this barren wilderness,
where waters there are none,
My flesh is parched for thought of thee,
for thee I wish alone:
That I might see yet once again
thy glory, strength and might,
As I was wont it to behold
within thy temple bright.
For why? Thy mercies far surmount
this life and wretched days;
My lips therefore shall give to thee
due honor, laud and praise.
And whilst I live I will not fail
to worship thee alway;
And in thy Name I will lift up
my hands when I do pray.
My soul is as with marrow filled,
which is both fat and sweet;
My mouth therefore shall sing such songs
as are for thee most meet.
When in my bed I think of thee,
and in the wakeful night,
I under cover of thy wings
rejoice with great delight:
My soul doth closely seek to thee,
thy right hand is my pow'r,
And tho se that seek my soul to slay
death shall them soon devour:
The sword shall them devour each one,
their carcasses shall feed
The hungry foxes which do run
their prey to seek at need.
The king and all men shall rejoice,
that do profess God's word;
For liars' mouths shall then be stopped,
and all their ways abhorred.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Dates:
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1549,1812
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 63;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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| 1812 | # 63 |
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