107. The Morning of the Lord's Day

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
First Line: Early, my GOD, without Delay
Title: The Morning of the Lord's Day
Meter: Com. Met.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1740
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Topic: Converse with God; Longing after God; Lord's Day: Morning (4 more...)
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