8s & 6s. 1 STILL Lord, I languish for thy grace; Reveal the beauties of thy face, The middle wall remove; Appear, and banish my complaint, Come, and supply my only want, Fill all my soul with love.
2 O conquer this rebellious will! Willing thou art and ready still, Thy help is always nigh; The hardness from my heart remove And give me, Lord, O give me love, Or at thy feet I die!
3 To thee I lift my mournful eye: Why am I thus? - O tell me why I cannot love my God! The hindrance must be all in me It cannot in my Saviour be, Witness that streaming blood!
4 It cost thy blood my heart to, win, To buy me from the power of sin, And make me love again; Come then, my Lord, thy right assert, Take to thyself my ransomed heart, Nor bleed, nor die in vain.
