Isaiah 8: Calmly after Thee I grieve

Calmly after Thee I grieve,
Wait Thy coming from above,
Hoping against hope believe,
Till I find the God of love.
Disconsolate, forsook.
For Thee alone I look:
Only Thou my heart canst cheer,
Comfort with I'hyself restore;
Show Thyself the Comforter,
Come, and never leave me more.

Thou dost indeed conceal Thy face,
Even from the people of Thy love,
Abate the rapturous sense of grace.
Their faith and patient hope to prove;
To make them trust a God unseen.
And know themselves to be but men.

If Thou my pardoning God appear.
In pleasant ways I hasten on;
If Thou withdraw Thy comforts here,
I walk by naked faith alone,
I ask, What makes my Lord depart?
I miss Thy presence from my heart.

3 0 that I every moment might
Thy presence, or Thy absence, feel I
Walk on triumphant in I'hy light,
Or desolate in darkness dwell;
Happy in Thy enjoyment be,
Or wretched through the want of Thee.

Only from sin my soul restrain,
Restrain'd from sin I ask no more;
But suffering like the Mournful Man,
My Pattern on the cross adore,
A moment with my Saviour grieve,
In endless joy with Thee to live.