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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:
That I thy power may behold,
and brightness of thy face,
As I have seen thee heretofore
within thy holy place.
Since better is thy love than life,
my lips thee praise shall give.
I in thy name will lift my hands,
and bless thee while I live.
Ev�n as with marrow and with fat
my soul shall filled be;
Then shall my mouth with joyful lips
sing praises unto thee:
When I do thee upon my bed
remember with delight,
And when on thee I meditate
in watches of the night.
In shadow of thy wings I�ll joy;
for thou mine help hast been.
My soul thee follows hard; and me
thy right hand doth sustain.
Who seek my soul to spill shall sink
down to earth�s lowest room.
They by the sword shall be cut off,
and foxes� prey become.
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.
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LYRICS
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 63;
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