EN 1102 My God! Permit My Tongue
Ps.63.1
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My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call Thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste Thy love divine.
2
My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy doth implore;
Not travelers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
3
Within Thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel Thy quick’ning grace.
4
For life without Thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
5
To Thee I’ll lift my hands,
And praise Thee while I live;
Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.
6
In wakeful hours at night
I call my God to mind;
I think how wise Thy counsels are,
And all Thy dealings kind.
7
Since thou hast been my help,
To Thee my spirit flies,
And on Thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
8
The shadow of Thy wings
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And He supports my steps.

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