1 Early, my GOD, without Delay,
In haste to seek thy Face;
My thirsty Spirit faints away
Without thy chearing 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 Pow'r
Thro' all thy Temples shine;
My GOD, repeat that heav'nly 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 her Joys,
Can my best Passions move,
Or rise so high my chearful 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 | |
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First Line: | Early, my GOD, without Delay |
Meter: | Com. Met. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1740 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Converse with God; Longing after God; Lord's Day: Morning(4 more...) |