|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 place where Christ is gone,
My advocate on high,
Presenting at the Fatherís throne,
Each song, and every sigh.
|3||O holy Lord, before Whose sight
No evil ways shall stand,
Who has in sinners no delight,
Nor place at Thy right hand . . .
|4||To this Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies here;
Iíll pray within Thy holy court,
And worship and revere.
|5||O may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.
|6||All they that love and trust Thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
For Thou, O Lord, wilt compass them
With favour as a shield.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748á|