One Thing With All My Soul’s Desire
I Sought, And Will Pursue;
What Thine Own Spirit Doth Inspire,
Lord, For Thy Servant Do.
Grant Me Within Thy Courts A Place,
Among Thy Saints A Seat,
For Ever To Behold Thy Face,
And Worship At Thy Feet.
“Seek Ye My Face;” – Without Delay,
When Thus I Heard Thee Speak,
My Heart Would Leap For Joy, And Say,
“Thy Face, Lord, Will I Seek.”
Then Leave Me Not When Griefs Assail,
And Earthly Comforts Flee;
When Father, Mother, Kindred Fail,
My God Will Think On Me.
Oft Had I Fainted, And Resigned
Of Every Hope My Hold,
But Mine Afflictions Brought To Mind
Thy Benefits Of Old.
Wait On The Lord, With Courage Wait,
My Soul, Disdain To Fear;
The Righteous Judge Is At The Gate,
And Thy Redemption Near.