Psalms 63-64

Psalm 63 (2 of 3)

1 O GOD of love, my God Thou art; To Thee I early cry;

Refresh with grace my thirsty heart, For earthly springs are dry.

2 Thy power, Thy glory let me see, As seen by saints above;

'Tis sweeter, Lord, than life to me, To share and sing Thy love.

3 I freely yield Thee all my powers, Yet ne'er my debt can pay; The thought of Thee at midnight hours Turns darkness into day.

4 Lord, Thou hast been my help, and Thou My refuge still shalt be;

Hollow hard Thy footsteps now;—

Oh! when Thy face to see?

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834.

Psalm 63 (3 of 3)

1 O GOD, Thou art my God alone:

Early to Thee my soul shall cry: A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land, whose springs are dry.

2 Oh that it were as it hath been, When praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And mark'd the footsteps of Thy grace.

3 Yet through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God:

Thy hand unseen upholds my ways;

I safely tread where Thou hast trod.

4 Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed, Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head.

5 Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above, Or what on earth compared with Thee?

6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.

James Montgomery, 1822.

Psalm 64

1 HEAR, O Lord, our supplication;

Let our souls on Thee repose! Be our refuge, our salvation, 'Mid ten thousand threatening foes.

2 Lord, Thy saints have many troubles, In their path lies many a snare: But before Thy breath, like bubbles, Melt they soon in idle air.

3 Cunning are the foe's devices, Bitter are his words of gall;

Sin on every side entices;

Lord, conduct us safe through all.

4 Be our foes by Thee confounded, Let the world Thy goodness see, While, by might and love surrounded, We rejoice, and trust in Thee.

Henry Francis Lyte, 1834