For the Lord's Day Morning. <br /> <br />Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear <br />My voice ascending high; <br />To thee will I direct my prayer, <br />To thee lift up mine eye; <br /> <br />Up to the hills where Christ is gone <br />To plead for all his saints, <br />Presenting at his Father's throne <br />Our songs and our complaints. <br /> <br />Thou art a God, before whose sight <br />The wicked shall not stand; <br />Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, <br />Nor dwell at thy right hand. <br /> <br />But to thy house will I resort, <br />To taste thy mercies there; <br />I will frequent thine holy court, <br />And worship in thy fear. <br /> <br />O may thy Spirit guide my feet <br />In ways of righteousness! <br />Make every path of duty straight, <br />And plain before my face. <br /> <br />PAUSE. <br /> <br />My watchful enemies combine <br />To tempt my feet astray; <br />They flatter, with a base design <br />To make my soul their prey. <br /> <br />Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, <br />And all his plots destroy; <br />While those that in thy mercy trust, <br />For ever shout for joy. <br /> <br />The men that love and fear thy name <br />Shall see their hopes fulfilled; <br />The mighty God will compass them <br />With favor as a shield.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-5/
