By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Psalm lxiii.
      1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim,
      Be thou my hope, my joy, my rest:
      The glories that compose thy name
      Stand all engaged to make me blessed.

      2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
      Thou art my Father and my God;
      And I am thine, by sacred ties,
      Thy son, thy servant bought with blood.

      3 With fainting heart, and lifted hands,
      For thee I long, to thee I look,
      As travellers in thirsty lands
      Pant for the cooling water-brook.

      4 Should I from thee, my God, remove,
      Life could no lasting bliss afford;
      My joy, the sense of pardoning love,
      My guard, the presence of my Lord.

      5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
      While I have breath to pray or praise;
      This work shall make my heart rejoice,
      And fill the circle of my days.