#263The Rising Day

Words: Watts
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Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift up mine eye.
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Up to the hills where Christ is gone To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne Our songs and our complaints.
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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.
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But to thy house will I resort To taste thy mercies there; I will frequent thy holy court, And worship in thy fear.