1 Lord, at thy feet I prostrate fall,
Oppress'd with fears to thee I call:
Reveal thy pard'ning love to me,
And set my captive spirit free.
2 Hast thou not said, "Seek ye my face."
The invitation I embrace;
I'll seek thy face; thy Spirit give!
O let me see thy face, and live.
3 I'll wait, perhaps my Lord may come;
If I turn back, hell is my doom;
And begging in his way, I'll lie
Till the dear Savior passes by.
4 I'll seek his face with cries and tears,
With secret sighs and fervent pray'rs;
And if not heard, I'll waiting sit,
And perish at my Savior's feet.
5 But canst thou, Lord, see all my pain,
And bid me seek thy face in vain?
No! Jesus will not, can't deceive,
The soul that seeks his face shall live.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #185