Psalm 63

Abraham Coles

Here in a land of drought,
Where all the brooks are dry,
Methinks I perish must, without
Some token Thou art nigh.

2 Grant, Lord, that I may now
Thy power and glory see,
As in the Sanctuary Thou
Hast shown them unto me.

3 Better than life Thy love:
I'll bless Thee all my days:
Will in Thy Name to Thee above
Lift up my hands in praise.

My hungry soul shall feed
4 On viands rich and choice,
5 And — satisfied my every need —
I will in Thee rejoice.

6 Upon my bed at night,
Will meditate on Thee;
Recall the mercies of the light —
Thy goodness unto me.

7 Rejoicing in the shade
Of Thy protecting wing:
My eager soul shall not be stayed,
On Thee hard following.

9 But those who would me kill
10 Shall by the sword of power
Be slain, and howling jackals will
Their carcasses devour.

11 In God I will rejoice,
Their boast who by Him swear:
Stopped is the mouth, stilled is the voice
Of them that lies declare.