Psalm 63 Poetry Version 3

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faith, meditation, prayer

Psalm 63 Poem by Isaac Watts

1 Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

2 I’ve seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour–
That vision so divine.

3 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.

4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

5 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.

Meditation

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