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 Thro' all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly 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.