1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my pray'r,
To thee lift up mine eye.
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.
Pause.
6 My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter with a base design,
To make my soul their prey.
7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy;
While those that in thy mercy trust,
For ever shout for joy.
8 The men that love and fear thy name,
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them
With favor as a shield.
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First Line: | Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear |
Title: | For the Lord's day morning |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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