Lord, in the Morning Thou Shalt Hear

Lord

in the morn­ing Thou shalt hear

My voice as­cend­ing high;

To Thee will I di­rect my pray­er

To Thee lift up mine eye.

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.

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.

But to Thy house will I re­sort

To taste Thy mer­cies there;

I will fre­quent Thine ho­ly court

And wor­ship in Thy fear.

O may Thy Spir­it guide my feet

In ways of right­eous­ness!

Make ev­ery path of du­ty straight

And plain be­fore my face.

My watch­ful en­emies com­bine

To tempt my feet as­tray;

They flat­ter with a base de­sign

To make my soul their prey.

Lord

crush the ser­pent in the dust

And all his plots de­stroy;

While those that in Thy mer­cy trust

Forever shout for joy.

The men that love and fear Thy name

Shall see their hopes ful­filled;

The migh­ty God will com­pass them

With fa­vor as a shield.