Verse 1
Still, O my dear redeeming Lord,
Thy faithfulness I plead,
And hang on thy most precious word
For every good I need:
The good which first of all I want
Into my heart convey,
The power to pray and never faint,
The constant power to pray.

Verse 2
With all my small remains of grace
The blessing I implore,
Stir up my soul to seek thy face,
To seek it evermore,
To wrestle, till the clouds remove,
And thou thy name declare,
While all my happy heart is love,
And all my life is prayer.

Verse 3
For this I pray, and long, and trust
Thy goodness, truth, and power,
To make, as to account me just
In thine appointed hour:
Thou canst; and is it not thy will
That I should holy be?
Lord, I expect thee to fulfil
Thy whole design on me.