A Pocket Hymn Book ‎#CLXXIV

CLXXIV. Still, for thy loving kindness, Lord

1 Still, for thy loving kindness, Lord,
I in thy temple wait,
I look to find thee in a 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,
And 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Still, for thy loving kindness, Lord
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Topic: Trusting in Providence

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