By A Collection of Hymns

      8s & 6s. Psalm xvii. 8.
      1 O THAT I could, in every place,
      By faith behold Jehovah's face,
      My strict observer see,
      Present my heart and reins to try;
      And feel the influence of his eye
      For ever fixed on me!

      2 Discerning thee, my Saviour, stand
      My Advocate at God's right hand,
      I never shall remove;
      I cannot fall, upheld by thee,
      Or sin against the majesty
      Of omnipresent love.

      3 Now, Saviour, now appear, appear!
      And let me always see thee near,
      And know as I am known:
      My spirit to thyself unite,
      And bear me through a sea of light
      To that eternal throne.