C.M.
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 heavenly hour,
That vision so divine!
4
Not life itself, with all her 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.
