Verse 1
Still, Lord, I languish for thy grace,
Unveil the beauties of thy face,
The middle-wall remove,
Appear, and banish my complaint,
Come, and supply mine only want,
Fill all my soul with love.

Verse 2
Accurst without thy love I am,
I bear my punishment, and shame,
And droop my guilty head,
Unchang’d, unhallow’d, unrestor’d,
I do not love my bleeding Lord;
No other hell I need.

Verse 3
O conquer this rebellious will,
(Willing thou art, and ready still,
Thy help is always nigh)
The stony from my heart remove,
And give me, Lord, O give me love,
Or at thy feet I die.

Verse 4
Whither, ah! Whither should I go?
Nothing is worth a thought below;
Yet while on earth I stay,
O let me here my station keep,
And wash thy feet with tears, and weep,
And weep my life away.

Verse 5
To thee I lift my mournful eye,
Why am I thus? O tell me why
Cannot I love my God?
The hindrance must be all in me,
It cannot in my Saviour be,
Witness that streaming blood!

Verse 6
It cost thy blood my heart to win,
To buy me from the power of sin,
And make me love again;
Come then, dear Lord, thy right assert,
Take to thyself my ransom’d heart,
Nor bleed, nor die in vain.