My voice shalt Thou hear in the morning, O Lord; in the morning will I direct my prayer unto Thee, and will look up. Psalm 5:3
Words: Charles Wesley, Hymns and Sacred Poems 1742, pages 87–89, alt.
Music: Hattie (Stansberry) J. B. Stansberry, in the African Methodist Episcopal Hymn and Tune Book (Philadelphia, Pennsylvania: African Methodist Episcopal Book Concern, 1898), number 380 (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know Stansberry’s full name, or where to get a good photo of him (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
Giver and Guardian of my sleep,
To praise Thy name I wake;
Still, Lord, Thy helpless servant keep
For Thy own mercy’s sake.
The blessing of another day
I thankfully receive:
O may I only Thee obey,
And to Thy glory live.
Vouchsafe to keep my soul from sin,
Its cruel power suspend,
Till all this strife and war within
In perfect peace shall end.
O rescue me from self and pride,
Curb and keep down my will;
My appetites and passions chide,
And bid the sea be still.
Upon me lay Thy mighty hand,
My words and thoughts restrain;
Bow my whole soul to Thy command,
Nor let my faith be vain.
Prisoner of hope, I wait the hour
Which shall salvation bring,
When all I am shall own Thy power,
And call my Jesus King.
Thou wilt, I steadfastly believe,
Thou wilt the captive free;
Freedom, full, perfect freedom give,
And more than victory.
Tho’ now to every sin inclined,
I shall be as Thou art;
Lowly as Thine shall be my mind,
And meek and pure my heart.
Anger and lust Thou wilt expel,
And pride by stronger grace;
They can in me no longer dwell,
When Jesus fills the place.
Thy presence, Lord, the place shall fill,
My heart shall be Thy throne,
Thy holy, just and perfect will
Shall in my flesh be done.
I thank Thee for the future grace,
And now in hope rejoice,
In confidence to see Thy face,
And always hear Thy voice.
I have the things I ask of Thee,
What shall I more require?
That still my soul may restless be,
And only Thee desire.
Or let me, if I more would have,
This last desire submit,
And lie, till Thou seest good to save,
Expecting at Thy feet.
Thy only will be done, not mine,
But make me, Lord, Thy home;
Come when Thou wilt, I that resign,
But O! my Jesus, come!