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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 | |
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First Line: | Early, my God, without delay |
Title: | The Morning of a Lord's Day |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1787 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Converse with God; Delight: in God; Longing after God(6 more...) |