1

Lord, thee my God, I’ll early seek:

my soul doth thirst for thee;

My flesh longs in a dry parch’d land,

wherein no waters be:

2

That I thy power may behold,

and brightness of thy face,

As I have seen thee heretofore

within thy holy place.

3

Since better is thy love than life,

my lips thee praise shall give.

4

I in thy name will lift my hands,

and bless thee while I live.

5

Ev’n as with marrow and with fat

my soul shall filled be;

Then shall my mouth with joyful lips

sing praises unto thee:

6

When I do thee upon my bed

remember with delight,

And when on thee I meditate

in watches of the night.

7

In shadow of thy wings I’ll joy;

for thou mine help hast been.

8

My soul thee follows hard; and me

thy right hand doth sustain.

9

Who seek my soul to spill shall sink

down to earth’s lowest room.

10

They by the sword shall be cut off,

and foxes’ prey become.

11

Yet shall the king in God rejoice,

and each one glory shall

That swear by him: but stopp’d shall be

the mouth of liars all.