Scripture Verse

My soul thirsteth for Thee, my flesh longeth for Thee in a dry and thirsty land. Psalm 63:1


Words: An­na M. Rob­bins, in Gos­pel Prais­es No. 2, by Will­iam Kirk­pat­rick & Hen­ry L. Gil­mour (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, cir­ca 1900), num­ber 121.

Music: Fa­mous Ea­gle Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Rob­bins (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

William J. Kirkpatrick (1838–1921)


I am hun­ger­ing, I am thirst­ing,
For the full­ness of Thy love;
O my Sav­ior, look in fa­vor,
Send Thy Spir­it from above;
Let me feel the quick­en­ing pow­er,
And in rich­est mea­sure give
Grace that fits me for Thy ser­vice;
Let me to Thy glo­ry live.

I am weak­ness, ut­ter weak­ness,
And Thy pro­mise I would claim;
Lord, to Thee in faith I’m look­ing,
Trusting in Thy pre­cious name;
I would prove Thy pro­mise faithful,
I would take the bless­ing now;
Help me, O my gra­cious mas­ter,
While be­fore Thy throne I bow.

As a mo­ther, Thou dost com­fort,
As a fa­ther pi­ty show;
Help me then to trust Thee ful­ly;
Life abun­dant­ly be­stow.
Like a migh­ty ri­ver flow­ing,
Let Thy peace fill all my heart;
At Thy feet, like lov­ing Ma­ry,
I would choose the bet­ter part.

I will trust Thee, O my Sav­ior,
I will take Thee at Thy word,
And go on my way re­joic­ing,
For I know my pray­er is heard.
When at last, my toil is over,
And I see Thee face to face,
I shall wak­en in Thy like­ness,
And adore Thy match­less grace.