LXIIIc. Longing after GOD; or, The Laws of GOD better than Life

1 Great GOD, indulge my humble claim;
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name
Stand all engag'd to make me blest.

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

4 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face,
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace.

5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my chearful passions so.

6 My life itself, without thy love
No taste of pleasure could afford;
'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from the LORD.

7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head,
One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.

8 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 spend the remnant of my days.

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First Line: Great God indulge my humble claim
Title: Longing after GOD; or, The Laws of GOD better than Life
Meter: Long Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
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