Early, my God, without delay
I haste to seek Thy face
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace
So pilgrims on the scorching sand
Beneath a burning sky
Long for a cooling stream at hand
And they must drink or die
Not life itself, with all her joys
Can my best passions move
Or raise so high my cheerful voice
As Thy forgiving love
Thus till my last expiring day
I'll bless my God and King
Thus will I lift my hands to pray
And tune my lips to sing
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Alternate verses:
I've seen Thy glory and Thy power
Through all Thy temple shine
My God, repeat that heav'nly hour
That vision so divine
Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well
As when Thy richer grace I taste
And in Thy presence dwell
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