Lord, in the Morning Thou Shalt Hear

2. 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.

3. 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.

4. But to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.

6. My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter, with a base design
To make my soul their prey.

7. Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy;
While those that in thy mercy trust,
For ever shout for joy.

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