1 Still, for thy loving kindness, Lord,
I in thy temple wait,
I look to find thee in a word,
Or at they 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.
9 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.
Source: A Pocket Hymn Book: designed as a constant companion for the pious, collected from various authors (9th ed.) #CLXXIV