8s & 6s. Psalm xvii. 8.

1 O THAT I could, in every place,
By faith behold Jehovah's face,
My strict observer see,
Present my heart and reins to try;
And feel the influence of his eye
For ever fixed on me!

2 Discerning thee, my Saviour, stand
My Advocate at God's right hand,
I never shall remove;
I cannot fall, upheld by thee,
Or sin against the majesty
Of omnipresent love.

3 Now, Saviour, now appear, appear!
And let me always see thee near,
And know as I am known:
My spirit to thyself unite,
And bear me through a sea of light
To that eternal throne.