1 O God, my gracious God, to thee
My morning pray'rs shall offer'd be;
For thee my thirsty soul does pant;
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
Within this dry and barren place
Where I refreshing waters want.

2 My life, while I that life enjoy,
In blessing God I will employ,
With lifted hands adore his name:
My soul's content shall be as great
As theirs who choicest dainties eat,
While I with joy his praise proclaim.

3 When I lie down, sweet sleep to find,
Thou, Lord, art present to my mind,
And when I wake in dead of night:
Because thou still dost succour bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing,
I rest with safety and delight.