They that Wait on the Lord Shall Renew Their Strength

Lord, I believe Thy every word,
Thy every promise, true;
And lo! I wait on Thee, my Lord,
Till I my strength renew.

If in this feeble flesh I may
Awhile show forth Thy praise,
Jesu, support the tottering clay,
And lengthen out my days.

If such a worm as I can spread
The common Saviour's name,
Let Him who raised Thee from the dead
Quicken my mortal frame.

Still let me live Thy blood to show,
Which purges every stain;
And gladly linger out below
A few more years in pain.

My time and life are in Thy hand;
No more for death I groan,
Still let the ruinous mansion stand
Till all Thy will be done.

My life I know Thou canst repair,
And give a stronger thread;
But, Lord, of this I take no care,
For O my soul is dead!

Health I shall have, if that be best;
But what is health to me?
Alas! my spirit cannot rest,
Till it is whole with Thee.

The spirit of an healthful mind:
For this I wait in pain,
This precious pearl I long to find,
And to be born again.

Spare me till I my strength of soul,
Till I Thy love, retrieve;
Till faith shall make my spirit whole,
And perfect soundness give.

Faith to be heal'd Thou know'st I have,
From sin to be made clean;
Able Thou art from sin to save,
From all indwelling sin.

Surely Thou canst, I do not doubt,
Thou wilt Thyself impart,
The bond-woman's base son cast out,
And take up all my heart.

I shall my ancient strength renew;
Thy excellence Divine
(If Thou art good, if Thou art true)
Throughout my soul shall shine.

I shall, a weak and helpless worm,
Through Jesus strengthening me,
Impossibilities perform,
And live from sinning free.

For this in steadfast hope I wait:
Now, Lord, my soul restore;
Now the new heavens and earth create,
And I shall sin no more.