Lord, in the morn-ing Thou shalt hear
My voice as-cend-ing high;
To Thee will I di-rect my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye;
Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all His saints,
Pre-sent-ing at His Fa-ther's throne
Our songs and our com-plaints.
Thou art a God be-fore whose sight
The wick-ed shall not stand;
Sin-ners shall ne'er be Thy de-light,
Nor dwell at Thy right hand.
But to Thy house will I re-sort
To taste Thy mer-cies there;
I will fre-quent Thine ho-ly court
And wor-ship in Thy fear.
O may Thy Spir-it guide my feet
In ways of right-eous-ness!
Make ev-ery path of du-ty straight
And plain be-fore my face.
My watch-ful en-e-mies com-bine
To tempt my feet a-stray;
They flat-ter with a base de-sign
To make my soul their prey.
Lord, crush the ser-pent in the dust,
And all his plots de-stroy;
While those that in Thy mer-cy trust
For ev-er shout for joy.
The men that love and fear Thy Name
Shall see their hopes ful-filled;
The might-y God will com-pass them
With fav-our as a shield.
*Music: Composed 1999 by Mitch Cervinka. Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.