943    L.M.     W. W. Horne
Seeking the Lord’s Face. Ps. 27. 8; Isa. 45. 19

1 The God of grace delights to hear
  The plaintive cry, the humble prayer;
  Nor shall the weakest saint complain
  That he has sought the Lord in vain.

2 With power to Jacob’s seed he speaks;
  His word the heart asunder breaks;
  While grace the rage of sin controls,
  And deep repentance melts their souls.

3 “Seek ye my face,” Jehovah cries;
  With joy the contrite heart replies,
  “Thy face I seek; with power descend,
  From every foe my soul defend!”

4 A bleeding Christ is all they plead,
  And all that guilty sinners need;
  In whose dear name their fervent cries
  Before the Lord like incense rise.