Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high:
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye:
Thou art a God, before whose sight
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.
O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.