Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases

¹Lord, thee my God, I’ll early seek:

my soul doth thirst for thee;

My flesh longs in a dry parch’d land,

wherein no waters be:

²That I thy power may behold,

and brightness of thy face,

As I have seen thee heretofore

within thy holy place.

³Since better is thy love than life,

my lips thee praise shall give.

⁴I in thy name will lift my hands,

and bless thee while I live.

⁵Ev’n as with marrow and with fat

my soul shall filled be;

Then shall my mouth with joyful lips

sing praises unto thee:

⁶When I do thee upon my bed

remember with delight,

And when on thee I meditate

in watches of the night.

⁷In shadow of thy wings I’ll joy;

for thou mine help hast been.

⁸My soul thee follows hard; and me

thy right hand doth sustain.

⁹Who seek my soul to spill shall sink

down to earth’s lowest room.

¹⁰They by the sword shall be cut off,

and foxes’ prey become.

¹¹Yet shall the king in God rejoice,

and each one glory shall

That swear by him: but stopp’d shall be

the mouth of liars all.