For Thee, Lord, pants my longing heart, My hope and confidence Thou art; My hope can never shaken be, Nor e’er be put to shame by Thee. | Whoe’er he be that scorns Thy name, And turns from Thee, shall come to shame; But he who ever lives to Thee, And loves Thee, shall untroubled be. | Accept my soul, O Lord! by grace, And keep me right in all my ways, And let Thy truth illumine me Along the path that leads to Thee. | Thou art my only light below, No other helper here I know; I wait on Thee both night and day, Why dost Thou, then, O Lord, delay? | Ah, Lord! now turn Thine eyes away From paths where I have gone astray; Of my ill ways what thinkest Thou, That I’ve pursued from youth till now? | Remember, Thou my Guardian Lord! Thy loving-kindness and sweet word, Whereby Thou giv’st them comfort sweet Who lay themselves low at Thy feet. | Who prove themselves, and sin confess, The Lord in mercy rich will bless; Who keep His testimonies all, The Lord will hold them when they fall. | The heart that with the Lord is right In grief He’ll gladden with His light, When sunk in need, weigh’d down by loss, Shall triumph e’en beneath the cross. | Ah! Lord, full well thou knowest me, My spirit lives and moves in Thee; Thou seest how my bleeding heart Longs for the help Thou canst impart. | The griefs that now my heart oppress, The griefs my heavy sighs express Are great and sore, but Thou art He To whom nought e’er too great can be. | To Thee I therefore raise mine eyes, To Thee mine ardent longings rise— Ah! let Thine eye now rest on me As Thou wast wont, Lord, graciously. | And when I need supporting grace, Turn not away from me Thy face; May what Thou deignest to impart Of my desires be counterpart. | The world is false, it acts a part, Thou art my Friend, sincere in heart; Man’s smile is only on his mouth, Thou lovest us in deed and truth. | Foil Thou the foe, his nets all tear, And baffle every wile and snare; When all with me once more is well, May gratitude my bosom swell. | Still may I in Thy fear abide, And go right on nor turn aside; Give single aim that honours Thee, Smarts rather than a burden be. | Rule, Lord, and bring me unto Thee, And other saints along with me; Remove whate’er of ill dost find, Renew and cleanse each heart and mind. | Wash Thou away each sinful stain, Deliver from all grief and pain, And lead us soon by heav’nly grace To realms of endless joy and peace. | |