Words: Isaac Watts
PART 1. V. 1--5. The morning of a Lord's day.
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 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 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.
v. 6--10. PART 2 Midnight thoughts recollected,
1 'Twas in the watches of the night I thought upon thy power, I kept thy lovely face in sight Amidst the darkest hour.
2 My flesh lay resting on my bed, My soul arose on high: · "My God, my life, my hope," I said, "Bring thy salvation nigh."
3 My spirit labors up thine hill, And climbs the heav'nly road; But thy right hand upholds me still, While I pursue my God.
4 Thy mercy stretches o'er My head The shadow of thy wings; My heart rejoices in thine aid, My tongue awakes and sings.
5 But the destroyers of my peace Shall fret and rage in vain; The tempter shall for ever cease, And all my sins be slain.
6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death, And send them down to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or to the deeps of hell.
1 Great God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blessed.
2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God; And I am thine by sacred ties; Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.
3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I rook, As travelers in. thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook.
4 With early feet I love t' appear Among thy saints, and seek thy face; Oft have I seen thy glory there, And felt the power of sov'reign grace.
5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste, Nor all the joys our senses know, Could make me so divinely blessed, Or raise my cheerful passions so.
6 My life itself without thy love No taste of pleasure could afford; 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord.
7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed.
8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.
1 My God, permit my tongue This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine.
2 My thirsty, fainting soul Thy mercy doth implore; Not travelers in desert lands Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quick'ning grace.
4 For life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compared to this, To serve and please the Lord:
5 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give.
6 In wakeful hours at night I call my God to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind.
7 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies.
8 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps..