Spirit of the Psalms
Psalm 63 (song 1)
Isaac Watts
Early, my God. without delay,
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
3 I've seen Thy glory and Thy power,
Through all Thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when Thy richer grace I taste,
And in Thy presence dwell.
5 Not life itself, with all her joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As Thy forgiving love.
6 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and king;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.
Isaac Watts, 1719.
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Poetry of the Psalms
The "Poetry of the Psalms" is a collection of poems expressing the struggles, fears, anger, joy and love revealed in the Psalms of the Bible. They were written over hundreds of years by various authors, including Isaac Watts, Charles Wesley, George Burgess, Charles Spurgeon, Abraham Coles, Augustus Toplady, Tate and Brady.
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