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 strait,
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 Favour as a Shield.
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First Line: | Lord, in the Morning thou shalt hear |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Christ: his sufferings and kingdom; Exaltation of Christ to the Kingdom; Gentiles: given to Christ(5 more...) |