1 Lord, thee my God, I'll early seek: my soul doth thirst for thee; My flesh longs in a dry parched land, wherein no waters be: 2 That I thy power may behold, and brightness of thy face, As I have seen thee heretofore within thy holy place. 3 Since better is thy love than life, my lips thee praise shall give. 4 I in thy name will lift my hands, and bless thee while I live. 5 Ev'n as with marrow and with fat my soul shall fillèd be; Then shall my mouth with joyful lips sing praises unto thee: 6 When I do thee upon my bed remember with delight, And when on thee I meditate in watches of the night. 7 In shadow of thy wings I'll joy; for thou mine help hast been. 8 My soul thee follows hard; and me thy right hand doth sustain. 9 Who seek my soul to spill shall sink down to earth's lowest room. 10 They by the sword shall be cut off, and foxes' prey become. 11 Yet shall the king in God rejoice, and each one glory shall That swear by him: but stopped shall be the mouth of liars all.