1 Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye;
2 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.
3 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.
4 But to thy house will I resort, To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thine holy court, And worship in thy fear.
5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet In ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight And plain before my face.