1 O God, thou art my God alone; early to thee my soul shall cry, a pilgrim in a land unknown, a thirty land whose springs are dry. 2 O that it were as it hath been, When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory I have seen, And marked the footsteps of Thy grace. 3 Yet through' this rough and thorny maze I follow hard on thee, my God; thy hand unseen upholds my ways; I safely tread where thou hast trod. 4 Thee in the watches of the night when I remember on my bed, thy presence makes the darkness light; thy guardian wings are round my head. 5 Better than life itself thy love, dearer than all beside to me; for whom have I in heaven above, or what on earth, compared with thee? 6 Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice, for all thy mercy I will give; my soul shall still in God rejoice; my tongue shall bless thee while I live.