1 Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
2 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour--
That vision so divine.
3 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.
4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
5 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.
|First Line:||Early, my God, without delay|
|Topic:||Being of God: Existence; Glory and Power|