My God, permit my tongue

This joy, to call thee mine;

And let my early cries prevail,

To taste thy love divine.

2 Within thy churches, Lord,

I long to find my place;

Thy power and glory to behold,

And feel thy quickening grace.

3 Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies;

And on thy watchful providence,

My cheerful hope relies.

4 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps;

I follow where my Father leads,

And he supports my steps.