Job 22:21: I Want that pure acquaintance

I Want that pure acquaintance
With Him, the pardoning God;
Thou Giver of repentance,
Increase my mournful load.
Pursue Thy controversy,
Nor suffer me to rest.
Till crying on for mercy,
I find it in Thy breast.

The Spirit of revelation,
Jesus, Thy gift I own;
Thy Father's kind compassion,
Thou only canst make known.
The Lamb for sinners dying,
Who turn'd His wrath aside,
Thou by Thy blood's applying.
Must speak Him pacified.

To me, by Thy own presence,
Thy smiling Father show,
The knowledge of His essence,
The' eternal life bestow:
This unbelieving nature,
This heart of stone remove.
And tell Thy ransom'd creature,
That God in Thee is love.

Then shall my soul recover
Its long-forgotten peace.
The' intestine war is over,
And all my troubles cease:
With joyful acclamation,
The heavenly port I gain,
The uttermost salvation.
And in Thy vision reign.