095) Psalm 63
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1 O God, my gracious God, to thee my morning pray’rs shall offerdd be; For thee my thirsty soul doth pant: My fainting flesh implores thy grace, within the dry and barren place, Where I refreshing waters want.
2 O to my longing eyes once more that view of glorious pow’r restore Which thy majestic house displays:
3 Because to me thy wondrous love than life itself does dearer prove, My lips shall always speak thy praise.
4 My life, while I that life enjoy, in blessing God I will employ, With lifted hands adore his Name 5 My soul’s content shall be as great as theirs who choicest dainties eat, While 1 with joy his praise proclaim.
6 When down I lie sweet sleep to find, thou, Lord, art present to my mind; And when I wake in dead of night:
7 Because thou still dost succor bring, beneath the shadow of thy wing I rest with safety and delight.
8 My soul, when foes would me devou’r, cleaves fast to thee, whose matchless pow’r In her support is daily shown:
9 But those the righteous Lord Shall slay that my destruction wish, and they That seek my life shall lose their own.
10,11 They by untimely ends shall die, their flesh a prey to foxes lie; But God shall fill the king with joy: Who thee confess shall still rejoice, Whilst the false tongue, and lying voice Thou, Lord shalt silence and destroy.
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