When Thou saidst, Seek ye My face, my heart said unto Thee, Thy face, Lord, will I seek.@Psalm 27:8

William Hammond, Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs (London: William Strahan, 1745).

Guide Marcus M. Wells, 1858 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Lord, we come before Thee now,
At Thy feet we humbly bow;
Oh, do not our suit disdain!
Shall we seek Thee, Lord, in vain?
In Thy Temple, lo, we wait,
Knocking at Thy mercy’s gate;
Now let all Thy chosen race
See with joy Thy blessèd face.

Oh, that we might lift our eyes!
Oh, that our poor hearts would rise
To the throne of grace above
And enjoy the sweets of love!
Lord, on Thee our souls depend;
In compassion now descend,
Fill our hearts with Thy rich grace,
Tune our lips to sing Thy praise.

Savior, wilt Thou not appear?
Thou hast often met us here;
Blessèd Master, don’t dismiss
Us without a kiss of peace.
Take away the veil of sin;
Shed Thy glory, Lord, within;
Give us double for our shame;
Let our portion be the Lamb.

In Thine own appointed way
Now we seek Thee, here we stay.
Lord, we know not how to go
Till a blessing Thou bestow.
Send some message from Thy Word
That may joy and peace afford;
Let Thy Spirit now impart
Full salvation to each heart.

Open, Lord, the fountain wide,
Bury us in Thy dear side;
Thy rich mercy has no bounds,
Hide us, Savior, in thy wounds.
Love us, wash us in Thy blood,
Make us kings and priests to God;
May new names to us be given,
Sons of God, and heirs of Heaven.

Comfort those who weep and mourn,
Let the time of joy return;
Those that are cast down lift up,
Make them strong in faith and hope.
Grant that all may seek and find
Thee a gracious God and kind.
Heal the sick, the captive free;
Let us all rejoice in Thee.

Son of Man, in this Thy day,
Thine abundant grace display;
Preach the acceptable year,
Bring the Gospel tidings near.
Sin and Satan, Lord, dethrone,
Rule and reign in us alone;
Save us all from sin and wrath;
Make us heirs of God through faith.

Stablish, Lord, our hearts with grace,
Give us an abiding peace;
Then, though floods around us flow,
Though winds from all quarters blow,
Built upon Thyself, the Rock,
We endure the mighty shock;
We are over and above
Conquerors through Thy matchless love.