God, Thee, my God, I'll early seek My soul's athirst for Thee On dry land, weary, waterless My flesh has longed for Thee Thus have I looked for Thee before Within Thy holy place That there I might behold Thy strength And glory of Thy face Because Thy grace is more than life My lips Thee praise shall give I in Thy name will lift my hands And bless Thee while I live My soul with rich, abundant food Shall be well satisfied With shouts of joy upon my lips My mouth shall praise provide And when I turn my thought to Thee Upon my bed at night As watches pass I meditate On Thee with great delight Thou art my help; I sing for joy In shadow of Thy wings For Thy right hand has held me fast To Thee my spirit clings