Lord, Thee my God, I'll early seek:
My soul doth thirst for Thee;
My flesh longs in a dry parched land,
Wherein no waters be.
That I Thy power may behold,
And brightness of Thy face,
My panting heart now yearns to stand
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.
Even as with marrow and with fat
My soul shall filled be:
Then shall my mouth with joyful lips
Sing praise unto Thee.