1 Jehovah speaks, "Seek ye my face,"
My soul admires the wondrous grace;
I'll seek thy face--thy Spirit give!
O let me see thy face and live.
2 I'll wait; perhaps my Lord may come;
(If I turn back, how sad my doom!)
And begging, in his way I'll lie,
Till the sweet hour he passeth by.
3 Daily I'll seek, with cries and tears,
With secret sighs, and fervent pray'rs;
And, if not hear--I'll weeping sit,
And perish at the Saviour's feet.
4 But canst thou, Lord! see all my pain,
And bid me seek thy face in vain?
Thou wilt not, canst not, me deceive--
The soul that seeks thy face shall live.
Source: Hymns, Selected and Original: for public and private worship (1st ed.) #226