Groaning for Redemption, Part 3

Omniscient, Omnipresent King,
The true, and merciful, and just,
To Thee my last distress I bring,
To Thee my desperate cause I trust;
I give my fond complainings o'er,
I set my God a time no more.

My time, O God, is in Thine hand,
Thou know'st my feebleness of soul;
Able Thou art to make me stand,
Thou canst this moment speak me whole,
Or keep me thus till my last hour,
To show forth all Thy saving power.

I leave it all to Thee alone,
Thy counsellor I cannot be;
To Thee Thy every work is known,
And secret things belong to Thee;
Thy manner, and Thy time is best:
But let me enter into rest.

The hireling longeth for his hire,
The watcher for the break of day;
But, O my restless heart's Desire,
Let me not murmur at Thy stay!
Be stopt my mouth, and fail my tongue,
But let Thy Spirit groan, How long?

The thing Thou dost I know not now,
But I shall know hereafter, Lord;
To Thy dread sovereign will I bow,
Thy will be done, Thy name adored;
Act for the glory of Thy name;
Lo! in Thy gracious hands I am.

Act for Thine own and Sioris sake,
And let Thy will in me be done;
If but one soul may comfort take
By hearing me so deeply groan,
Still let me all my burden feel,
And groan, and weep, and suffer still.

If but one tempted soul may find
Relief by my afflicted state,
I would be patient and resign'd,
Still in the iron furnace wait;
Still let the sin, the grief, the pain,
The thorn in my weak flesh remain.

Still let my bleeding heart be torn,
If other bleeding hearts it cheer;
Disconsolate for Thee I mourn,
My nature's cross consent to bear,

languish for my Lord's delay
And weep a thousand lives away.