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,

For ever 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.