Seeking God

My God! permit my tongue

This joy, to call thee mine;

And let my early cries prevail

To taste thy love divine.

My thirsty fainting soul

Thy mercy doth implore;

Not travelers, in desert lands,

Can pant for water more.

For life, without thy love,

No relish can afford;

No joy can be compared to this,

To serve and please the Lord.

In wakeful hours at night,

I call my God to mind;

I think how wise thy counsels are,

And all thy dealings kind.

Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies;

And, on thy watchful providence,

My cheerful hope relies.

The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps;

I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.