My soul for thy salvation faints; yet I thy word believe.
My thirsty soul longs veh'mently, yea faints, thy courts to see: My very heart and flesh cry out, O living God, for thee.
Lo, for thy precepts I have long'd; in thy truth quicken me.
My flesh and heart doth faint and fail, but God doth fail me never: For of my heart God is the strength and portion for ever.
My shield and hiding-place thou art: I on thy word rely.
And let thy tender mercies come to me, that I may live; Because thy holy laws to me sweet delectation give.
So who thee fear shall joy to see me trusting in thy word.
So shall I have wherewith I may give him an answer just, Who spitefully reproacheth me; for in thy word I trust.
My soul within me breaks, and doth much fainting still endure, Through longing that it hath all times unto thy judgments pure.
Let thy sweet mercies also come and visit me, O Lord; Ev'n thy benign salvation, according to thy word.
The word of truth out of my mouth take thou not utterly; For on thy judgments righteous my hope doth still rely.
I wait for God, my soul doth wait, my hope is in his word.