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.