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Chapter 133 of 192

Lord, in the Morning Thou Shalt Hear

1 min read · Chapter 133 of 192
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.

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