Words: From The Psal­ter (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: The Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­ian Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1912), num­ber 163.

Music: Stra­cath­ro, , 1832. Al­ter­nate tune:


O Lord, my God, most earnestly
My heart would seek Thy face,
Within Thy holy house once more
To see Thy glorious grace.

Apart from Thee I long and thirst,
And naught can satisfy;
I wander in a desert land
Where all the streams are dry.

The loving-kindness of my God
Is more than life to me;
So I will bless Thee while I live
And lift my prayer to Thee.

In Thee my soul is satisfied,
My darkness turns to light;
And joyful meditations fill
The watches of the night.

My Savior, ’neath Thy sheltering wings
My soul delights to dwell;
Still closer to Thy side I press,
For near Thee all is well.

My soul shall conquer every foe,
Upholden by Thy hand;
Thy people shall rejoice in God,
Thy saints in glory stand.