Lord, in the morning Thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye—

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.

O may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

The men that love and fear
Thy name Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them
With favor as a shield.