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Early will I seek thee.
Psalm 63:1.
Early, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
3 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
4 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.
Watts.