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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 63</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Longing after God; or, The love of God better than life.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Great God, indulge my humble claim,<br>Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;<br>The glories that compose thy name<br>Stand all engaged to make me blest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thou great and good, thou just and wise,<br>Thou art my Father and my God;<br>And I am thine by sacred ties;<br>Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands,<br>For thee I long, to thee I look,<br>As travellers in thirsty lands<br>Pant for the cooling water-brook.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With early feet I love t' appear<br>Among thy saints, and seek thy face;<br>Oft have I seen thy glory there,<br>And felt the power of sovereign grace.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,<br>Nor all the joys our senses know,<br>Could make me so divinely blest,<br>Or raise my cheerful passions so.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">My life itself without thy love<br>No taste of pleasure could afford;<br>'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,<br>If I were banish'd from the Lord.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Amidst the wakeful hours of night,<br>When busy cares afflict my head,<br>One thought of thee gives new delight,<br>And adds refreshment to my bed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=412983" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,<br>While I have breath to pray or praise;<br>This work shall make my heart rejoice,<br>And spend the remnant of my days.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a></strong></div>

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