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.
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