1 My GOD, permit my Tongue
This Joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early Cries prevail
To taste thy Love divine.

2 My thirsty fainting Soul
Thy Mercy doth implore;
Not Travellers in Desert Lands,
Can pant for Water more.

3 Within thy Churches, Lord,
I long to find my Place,
Thy Pow'r and Glory to behold,
And feel thy quick'ning Grace.

4 For Life without thy Love
No Relish can afford;
No Joy can be compar'd with this,
To serve and please the Lord.

5 To thee I'll lift my Hands,
And praise Thee while I live;
Not the rich Dainties of a Feast
Such Food and Pleasure give.

6 In wakeful Hours at Night
I call my GOD to Mind;
I think how wise thy Counsels are,
And all thy Dealings kind.

7 Since thou hast been my Help,
To thee my Spirit flies,
And on thy watchful Providence
My chearful Hope relies.

8 The Shadow of thy Wings
My Soul in Safety keeps!
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my Steps.