Isaiah 28: Who truly trust, O Lord, in Thee

Who truly trust, O Lord, in Thee,
Our inbred evil to remove,
And bring us spotless purity.
And fill our sinless souls with love,
Hoping to see the perfect day,
We calmly for Thy coming stay.

The' expected good, the bUss unknown,
Composes all our nature's powers,
We wish in many a secret groan.
To find Thy gi-acious fulness ours;
We languish for our first estate.
Yet still we wish, and still we wait.

The violence of self-will is pass'd.
Our passions' wild fallacious fire,
No more with unbelieving haste,
Nozo, now the blessing we require.
The kingdom from our Lord demand.
Or snatch the crown out of Thy hand,

The stream of swelling words subsides.
The noisy strife of blindfold zeal.
While God our quiet spirit guides
Into His whole. His hallowing will,
Into the Saviour's mind unknown,
The love that perfects us in one.