O that I knew where I might find My righteous Judge's seat

Verse 1

O that I knew where I might find My righteous Judge's seat, To pour out all my troubled mind In prayer before His feet!

Verse 2

Not with the thunder of Thy power Wouldst Thou against me plead; No, Thy good Spirit, in that hour, For me would intercede.

Verse 3

For me, Thy Son Himself would pray, Thy well-beloved Son; Father! Thou couldst not turn away From Thine anointed One.

Verse 4

Thine own unutterable grace, Thy love,--Thy love to me, Constrain me thus to seek Thy face, And cast my cares on Thee.

Verse 5

Hear, then the voice of my desire, My griefs, my fears behold; Search me and try me, as with fire, And bring me forth like gold.

Verse 6

Lord! thou hast troubled my repose, Thy chastisements I feel; Thine hand hath touch'd my heart--it glows, It melts,--impress Thy seal.

Verse 7

Stamp Thine own Image on my soul, Lift from the dust mine head; Lord! Thou hast wounded,--make me whole; Hast slain,--now raise the dead.