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Early, O God from day to day,
We’ll haste to seek thy face;
For we must faint unless we pray
And fall without thy grace.
So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
No earthly bliss the wicked know,
Can please thy saints so well,
As daily in thy grace to grow,
And in thy presence dwell.
Not life itself is half so sweet
As thy forgiving love;
And countless joys thy children meet
As on to heaven they move.
Then till our last expiring day,
We’ll bless our God and King;
In duty and in danger pray,
In joy thy praises sing.
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LYRICS
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Ps 63;
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1853 | # 103 |
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