O God, my God, my all Thou art

Ere shines the dawn of rising day,

Thy sovereign light within my heart,

Thy all-enlivening pow’r display.

For Thee my thirsty soul doth pant,

While in this desert land I live;

And hungry as I am, and faint,

Thy love alone can comfort give.

In a dry land, behold, I place

My whole desire on Thee, O Lord;

And more I joy to gain Thy grace,

Than all earth's treasures can afford.

More dear than life itself, Thy love

My heart and tongue shall still employ;

And to declare; Thy praise will prove

My peace, my glory, and my joy.

In blessing Thee, with grateful songs

My happy life shall glide away;

The praise that to Thy name belongs

Hourly with lifted hands I'll pay.

Thy name, O God, upon my bed

Dwells on my lips, and fires my thought;

With trembling awe, in midnight shade,

I muse on all Thy hand have wrought

In all I do I feel Thine aid;

Therefore Thy greatness will I sing,

O God, who bidd’st my heart be glad

Beneath the shadow of Thy wing.

My soul draws nigh and cleaves to Thee;

Then let or earth or hell assail,

Thy mighty hand shall set me free;

For whom Thou sav’st, he ne'er shall fail