Early, My God, Without Delay

Ear-ly, my God, with-out de-lay I haste to seek Thy face; My thirs-ty spir-it faints a-way, With-out Thy cheer-ing grace, With-out Thy cheer-ing grace. So pil-grims on the scorch-ing sand, Be-neath a burn-ing sky, Long for a cool-ing stream at hand, And they must drink or die, And they must drink or die. I've seen Thy glo-ry and Thy power Through all Thy tem-ple shine; My God, re-peat that heaven-ly hour, That vi-sion so di-vine, That vi-sion so di-vine. Not all the bless-ings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when Thy rich-er grace I taste, And in Thy pres-ence dwell, And in Thy pres-ence dwell. Not life it-self, with all her joys, Can my best pass-ions move, Or raise so high my cheer-ful voice As Thy for-giv-ing love, As Thy for-giv-ing love. Thus till my last ex-pir-ing day I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing, And tune my lips to sing.