STILL for thy loving-kindness, Lord, I in thy temple wait; I look to find thee...

STILL for thy loving-kindness, Lord, I in thy temple wait; I look to find thee in thy word, Or at thy table meet.

Here, in thine own appointed ways, I wait to learn thy will; Silent I stand before thy face, And hear thee say, " Be still!"

" Be still! and know that I am God!" - ' Tis all I live to know; To feel the virtue of thy blood, And spread its praise below.

I wait my vigour to renew, Thine image to retrieve, The veil of outward things pass through, And gasp in thee to live.

I work, and own the labour vain, And thus from works I cease; I strive, and see my fruitless pain, Till God create my peace.

Fruitless, till thou thyself impart, Must all my efforts prove; They cannot change a sinful heart; They cannot purchase love.

I do the thing thy laws enjoin, And then the strife give o'er; To thee I then the whole resign, I trust in means no more.

I trust in him who stands between The Father's wrath and me; Jesu, thou great eternal Mean, I look for all from thee.