Thou Art My God, O God of Grace

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

An ex­ile in this de­sert waste

In which no wa­ters be

In which no wa­ters be.

I long as in the times of old

Thy power and glo­ry to be­hold

Within Thy ho­ly place;

Because Thy ten­der love I see

More pre­cious far than life to me

My lips shall praise Thy grace

My lips shall praise Thy grace.

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.

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.