Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#113b

113b. The Morning of a Lord's Day

1 Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3 I’ve seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.

5 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

6 Thus till my last expiring day
I’ll bless my God and king;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.

Text Information

• First Line: Early, my God, without delay
• Title: The Morning of a Lord's Day
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  Psalm 63:1-5
• Topic: Converse with God; Delight: in God; Longing after God; Lord's Day: Morning; Love: of God better than life; Midnight thoughts; Morning: of a sabbath; Worship: public; Worship: absence from it

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