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.