James Montgomery, 1822
 
O God, Thou art my God alone; Early to Thee my soul shall cry;
A pilgrim in a land unknown, A thirsty land whose springs are dry.
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.
 
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.
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.
 
Better than life itself Thy love, Dearer than all beside to me;
For whom have I in Heav’n above, Or what on earth, compared to Thee?
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.