Early will I seek Thee,
God, my refuge strong;
Late prepare to meet Thee
With my evening song.
Though I to Thy greatness
But with trembling soar,
Since my inmost thinking
Lies Thine eyes before.
What this frail heart dreameth
And my tongue's poor speech-
Can that even distant
To Thy greatness reach ?
Yet, as great in mercy,
Thou wilt not despise
Praises which till death's hour
From my soul shall rise.