492. S. M. Watts.
Seeking God.
1My God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail
To taste thy love divine.
2My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore;
Not travellers in desert lands
Can pant for water more.
3For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compared to this,
To serve and please the Lord.
4Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.