THE
LXIII
D
PSALM
.
O
God
,
thou
art
my
only
God
,
My
Saviour
and
my
King
,
Early
thy
face
,
O
Lord
,
I
seek
,
Thy
praise
I
strive
to
sing
.
My
fainting
soul
,
when
parch'd
with
thirst
,
To
thee
looks
up
for
aid
;
My
wearied
flesh
by
barren
lands
And
drought
is
sore
dismay'd
.
Thus
have
I
sought
my
heav'nly
King
In
holiness
to
see
;
Oh
,
let
my
soul
confess
thy
power
,
And
glory
still
in
thee
.
Far
better
than
the
life
itself
Thy
kindness
do
I
prize
,
My
lips
thy
praises
shall
rehearse
For
ever
on
this
wise
.
For
ever
magnify
my
God
,
And
still
record
his
fame
,
My
hands
while
I
have
life
,
lift
up
In
honour
of
his
name
.
Thus
shall
my
soul
be
satisfied
,
Even
as
with
daintiest
meat
,
When
I
with
joyful
lips
thy
praise
For
evermore
repeat
.