Verse 1
What shall I do to love Thee
Who perfect goodness art?
Let thy own nature move Thee
To tell my listning heart:
To Thee its pining anguish
Its every wish is known;
In life, in death I languish
To love my God alone.

Verse 2
Weary alas, of living
A stranger to my Lord,
Yet still, in darkness, cleaving
To thy most faithful word,
The blessing I implore
The gift of righteousness,
And knock at mercy’s door,
And seek the promis’d grace.

Verse 3
Surrounded with temptations
I for thy coming stay,
Possess my soul in patience
And long to see thy day:
O when shall thy appearance
Bid all my troubles cease
And crown my perseverance
With true, eternal peace?

Verse 4
O coud I once behold thee
The joy of those above,
In arms of faith infold thee
The Object of my love,
With humblest adoration
I shoud my soul resign,
And glory in Salvation
Thro’ endless ages mine!