Lyrics:

Lord, in the Morning
Isaac Watts 1674-1748

Lord in the morning thou shall hear
My voice ascending high
To thee will I direct my prayer
To thee lift up my eye.

Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plea for all his saints
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our song and our complaints.

Thou art a God before whose side
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 thy holy court
And worship in thy fear.

Oh may thy spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness
Make every path of duty straight
And lain before my face.

The men who love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfilled
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as the shield.