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 quick­en­ing 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.