PSALM LXIII.

Tate and Brady

2 O to my longing eyes once more
That view of glorious pow'r restore,
Which thy majestick 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 I 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 succour bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.

8 My soul, when foes would me devour,
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.