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Mazmur 63:1

• [Mzm 63:1] Early, My God, Without Delay

  Early, my God, without delay, I haste to seek Thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without Thy cheering grace. So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. I’ve seen Thy glory and Thy power Through all Thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heav’nly hour, That vision so divine. 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. Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love. 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.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Mzm 63:1] Hand In Hand

  Now begin the heavenly race— The Savior calls today; Let us early seek His face, And early learn to pray. Refrain Hand in hand we’ll journey on, Reaching forward to the prize, Hoping, trusting in the Lord, Where all our vigor lies. He Who left His Father’s throne, To suffer, bleed and die, He Who made our grief his own, Will every want supply. Refrain They who on His Name believe, And patiently endure, Life eternal shall receive, And find His mercy sure. Refrain Now begin the heavenly race, No more, no more delay; To the healing fount of grace, Rejoicing, haste away. Refrain

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• [Mzm 63:1] I Hunger And I Thirst

  I hunger and I thirst, Jesu, my manna be; Ye living waters, burst Out of the rock for me. Thou bruised and broken Bread, My life-long wants supply; As living souls are fed, O feed me, or I die. Thou true life-giving Vine, Let me Thy sweetness prove; Renew my life with Thine, Refresh my soul with love. Rough paths my feet have trod Since first their course began; Feed me, Thou Bread of God; Help me, Thou Son of Man. For still the desert lies My thirsting soul before; O living waters, rise Within me evermore.

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• [Mzm 63:1] My God! Permit My Tongue

  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. Within Thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel Thy quick’ning grace. For life without Thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord. To Thee I’ll lift my hands, And praise Thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give. 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.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O God, My God, My All Thou Art!

  O God, my God, my all Thou art! Ere shines the dawn of rising day, Thy sovereign light within my heart, Thy all enlivening power display. For Thee my thirsty soul doth pant, While in this desert land I live; And hungry as I am, and faint, Thy love alone can comfort give. In a dry land, behold I place My whole desire on Thee, O Lord; And more I joy to gain Thy grace, Than all earth’s treasures can afford. More dear than life itself, Thy love My heart and tongue shall still employ And to declare Thy praise will prove My peace, my glory, and my joy. In blessing Thee with grateful songs My happy life shall glide away; The praise that to Thy Name belongs Hourly with lifted hands I’ll pay. Abundant sweetness, while I sing Thy love, my ravished heart o’erflows; Secure in Thee, my God and King, Of glory that no period knows.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O God, Thou Art My God Alone

  O God, Thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry. O that it were as it hath been! When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And marked the footsteps of Thy grace. Yet, through this rough and thorny maze, I follow hard on Thee, my God; Thy hand, unseen, upholds my ways; I safely tread where Thou hast trod. Thee, in the watches of the night, When I remember on my bed; Thy presence makes the darkness light, Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in Heaven above, Or what on earth, compared to Thee? Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice; My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O Lord, My God, Most Earnestly

  O Lord, my God, most earnestly My heart would seek Thy face, Within Thy holy house once more To see Thy glorious grace. Apart from Thee I long and thirst, And naught can satisfy; I wander in a desert land Where all the streams are dry. The lovingkindness of my God Is more than life to me; So I will bless Thee while I live And lift my prayer to Thee. In Thee my soul is satisfied, My darkness turns to light; And joyful meditations fill The watches of the night. My Savior, ’neath Thy sheltering wings My soul delights to dwell; Still closer to Thy side I press, For near Thee all is well.

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• [Mzm 63:1] O Saints Of Old, Nor Yours Alone

  O saints of old, not yours alone The search for God shall be; We take the glory for our own; Lord, we are seeking Thee. Not only when ascends the song And soundeth sweet the word; Not only with the Sabbath throng, Our souls would seek the Lord. We would not to our daily task Without our God repair, But in the world His presence ask, And seek His glory there. O everywhere, O every day, The grace is still outpoured; We work, we watch, we strive, we pray, Behold Thy seekers, Lord.

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• [Mzm 63:1] Thou Art My God, O God Of Grace

  Thou art my God, O God of grace, And earnestly I seek Thy face, My heart cries out for Thee; My spirit thirsts Thy grace to taste, An exile in this desert waste In which no waters be, In which no waters be. I long as in the times of old Thy power and glory to behold Within Thy holy place; Because Thy tender love I see, More precious far than life to me, My lips shall praise Thy grace, My lips shall praise Thy grace. Thus will I bless Thee while I live, And with uplifted hands will give Praise to Thy holy Name; When by Thy bounty well supplied, Then shall my soul be satisfied, My mouth shall praise proclaim, My mouth shall praise proclaim. My lips shall in Thy praise delight When on my bed I rest at night And meditate on Thee; Because Thy hand assistance brings, Beneath the shadow of Thy wings My heart shall joyful be, My heart shall joyful be.

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• [Mzm 63:1] When Mother Love Makes All Things Bright

  When mother love makes all things bright, When joy comes with the morning light, When children gather round their tree, Thou Christmas Babe, we sing of Thee. When manhood’s brows are bent in thought To learn what men of old have taught, When eager hands seek wisdom’s key, Wise Temple Child, we learn of Thee. When doubts assail, and perils fright, When, groping blindly in the night, We strive to read life’s mystery, Man of the Mount, we turn to Thee. When shadows of the valley fall, When sin and death the soul appall, One light we through the darkness see— Christ on the Cross, we cry to Thee.

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• [Mzm 63:1] While Thee I Seek, Protecting Power

  While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled. Thy love the power of thought bestowed; To Thee my thoughts would soar: Thy mercy o’er my life has flowed; That mercy I adore. In each event of life, how clear Thy ruling hand I see! Each blessing to my soul more dear, Because conferred by Thee. In every joy that crowns my days, In every pain I bear, My heart shall find delight in praise, Or seek relief in prayer. When gladness wings my favored hour, Thy love my thoughts shall fill; Resigned, when storms of sorrow lower, My soul shall meet Thy will. My lifted eye, without a tear, The gathering storm shall see: My steadfast heart shall know no fear; That heart will rest on Thee.

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• [Mzm 61:1] Holy Father, Hear My Cry

  Holy Father, hear my cry; Holy Savior, bend Thine ear; Holy Spirit, come Thou nigh; Father, Savior, Spirit, hear. Father, save me from my sin; Savior, I Thy mercy crave; Gracious Spirit, make me clean: Father, Savior, Spirit, save. Father, let me taste Thy love; Savior, fill my soul with peace; Spirit, come my heart to move: Father, Son, and Spirit, bless. Father, Son, and Spirit—Thou One Jehovah, shed abroad All Thy grace within me now; Be my Father and my God.

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• [Mzm 61:1] O God, Regard My Humble Plea

  O God, regard my humble plea; I cannot be so far from Thee But Thou wilt hear my cry; When I by trouble am distressed, Then lead me on the Rock to rest That higher is than I. In Thee my soul has shelter found, And Thou hast been from foes around The Tower to which I flee. Within Thy house will I abide; My Refuge sure, whate’er betide, Thy sheltering wings shall be. For Thou, my God, my vows hast heard, On me the heritage conferred Of those that fear Thy Name; A blest anointing Thou dost give, And Thou wilt make me ever live Thy praises to proclaim. Before Thy face shall I abide; O God, Thy truth and grace provide To guard me in the way; So I will make Thy praises known, And, humbly bending at Thy throne, My vows will daily pay.

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• [Mzm 61:2] Lead Me To The Rock

  When mountains of doubt hem me in on each side, And waves of affliction roll in like a tide; When vainly I seek some new pathway to try, Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Refrain Oh, lead me to the Rock, Oh, lead me to the Rock, Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I, Oh, lead me to the Rock, Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. When storms of deep trouble rage fiercely around, When forebodings of ill in my spirit abound; When the hopes of a lifetime are blighted and die, Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Refrain The sun of prosperity brightly may shine, And my heart round its treasures too closely may twine, When my hopes are in danger of rising too high, Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Refrain When nearing the shore of the river of death, And the moments fly swiftly with each labored breath, When losing my hold of each dear earthly tie, Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Refrain Whatever my lot, be it wearily sad, Or actively busy or joyously glad; In each joy and sorrow, my God, be Thou nigh, Oh, lead me to the Rock that is higher than I. Refrain

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• [Mzm 61:2] Rock That Is Higher Than I, The

  Oh! sometimes the shadows are deep, And rough seems the path to the goal, And sorrows, sometimes how they sweep Like tempests down over the soul. Refrain O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I O then to the Rock let me fly To the Rock that is higher than I! Oh! sometimes how long seems the day, And sometimes how weary my feet! But toiling in life’s dusty way, The Rock’s blessèd shadow, how sweet! Refrain Then near to the Rock let me keep If blessings or sorrows prevail, Or climbing the mountain way steep, Or walking the shadowy vale. Refrain

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• [Mzm 61:5] Blessed Master, I Have Promised

  Blessèd Master, I have promised, Hear my solemn vow; Take this pledge of mine and seal it Here and now. Strength of mine is only weakness, Thine is strength indeed; Strengthen me in fullest measure As I need. Let no worldly cares nor pleasures Call my heart away; Save me, Lord, and keep me faithful Day by day.
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• [Mzm 61:8] Laborer’s Noon-day Hymn, The

  Up to the throne of God is borne The voice of praise at early morn, And he accepts the punctual hymn Sung as the light of day grows dim: Nor will He turn His ear aside From holy offerings at noontide: Then here reposing let us raise A song of gratitude and praise. What though our burthen be not light, We need not toil from morn to night; The respite of the mid-day hour Is in the thankful creature’s power. Blest are the moments, doubly blest, That, drawn from this one hour of rest, Are with a ready heart bestowed Upon the service of our God! Each field is then a hallowed spot, An altar is in each man’s cot, A church in every grove that spreads Its living roof above our heads. Look up to Heaven! the industrious sun Already half his race hath run; ‘He’ cannot halt nor go astray, But our immortal spirits may. Lord! since his rising in the East, If we have faltered or transgressed, Guide, from Thy love’s abundant source, What yet remains of this day’s course: Help with Thy grace, through life’s short day, Our upward and our downward way; And glorify for us the west, When we shall sink to final rest.

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