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Psalm xxvii. 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.
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