While now thy throne of grace we seek,

O God! within our spirits speak;

For we will hear thy voice to-day,

Nor turn our hardened hearts away.

2 Speak in thy gentlest tones of love,

Till all our best affections move;

We long to hear thy gentle call,

And feel that thou art all in all.

3 To conscience speak thy quickening word,

Till all its sense of sin is stirred;

For we would leave no stain of guile,

To cloud the radiance of thy smile.

4 Speak, Father, to the anxious heart,

Till every fear and doubt depart;

For we can find no home or rest,

Till with thy Spirit’s whispers blest.

5 Speak to convince, forgive, console:

Childlike we yield to thy control;

These hearts, too often closed before,

Would grieve thy patient love no more.