CH1941, Hymn #72

Verse 1
Early my God, without delay
I haste to seek Thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without Thy cheering grace.

Verse 2
So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

Verse 3
I've seen Thy glory and Thy power
Through all Thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

Verse 4
Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice
As Thy forgiving love.