8,8,8,8 I will arise and seek Thy face, For I have wandered far from Thee; O Blessed Lord, extend Thy grace, And in Thy mercy pity me. Thou knowest my wanderings in the wild, The longings of my soul that burn; Wilt Thou not seek Thy erring child, Who fain from waywardness would turn? Thou knowest the paths my feet have trod, And Thou alone canst bring me back; My hungering soul cries out to God, Within Whose home there is no lack. O Jesus, Shepherd of my soul, Didst Thou not come to seek and find? To lead the lost by wise control, And tend with love surpassing kind? I will arise and seek Thy face; Yea, Lord, arise and seek Thou me, And bring me in Thy plenteous grace, Where I shall safely dwell with Thee. |