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.

Author: Unknown

This is a metrical paraphrase of Psalm 63. No specific author is credited in common sources; it appears in 19th- and 20th-century hymnals (e.g., The Psalter, 1912 or similar) as an anonymous or traditional rendering. The style suggests it may be by a 19th-century Presbyterian or Reformed versifier, but no firm attribution (such as to the Watts, Montgomery, or Bonar families) has been identified.