By A Collection of Hymns

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

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

      3 "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.

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

      5 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.

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

      7 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.

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