By A Collection of Hymns

      C.M. Psalm xxvii.
      1 ONE thing with all my soul's desire
      I sought, and will pursue;
      What thine own Spirit doth inspire,
      Lord, for thy servant do.

      2 Grant me within thy courts a place,
      Among thy saints a seat,
      For ever to behold thy face,
      And worship at thy feet.

      3 "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."

      4 Then leave me not when griefs assail,
      And earthly comforts flee;
      When father, mother, kindred fail,
      My God will think on me.

      5 Oft had I fainted, and resigned
      Of every hope my hold,
      But mine afflictions brought to mind
      Thy benefits of old.

      6 Wait on the Lord, with courage wait,
      My soul, disdain to fear;
      The righteous Judge is at the gate,
      And thy redemption near.