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Psalter 164

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Verse 1
Thou art my God, O God of grace,
And earnestly I seek Thy face,
My heart cries out for Thee;
My spirit thirsts Thy grace to taste,
And exile in this desert waste
In which no waters be,
In which no waters be.

Verse 2
I long as in the times of old
Thy pow'r and glory to behold
Within Thy holy place;
Because Thy tender love I see
More precious fat than life to me,
My lips shall praise Thy grace,
My lips shall praise Thy grace.

Verse 3
Thus will I bless Thee while I live,
And with uplifted hands will give
Praise to Thy holy Name;
When by Thy bounty well supplied,
Then shall my soul be satisfied,
My mouth shall praise proclaim,
My mouth shall praise proclaim.

Verse 4
My lips shall in Thy praise delight
When on my bed I rest at night
And meditate on Thee;
Because Thy hand assistance brings,
Beneath the shadow of Thy wings
My heart shall joyful be,
My heart shall joyful be.

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