Lord how I long to know Your will My heart in weakness cries, I cannot help but cling to this: In Thee my hope doth lie.

Hope deferred maketh sick the heart And so my story goes, A yearning in the inward part That only my Father knows.

Tears roll gently down my face Conveying my tomented thoughts, What may I do to grasp Thy peace? "Trust me with all Thy heart."

What bitter moment - And yet sweet, How vast the raging mind!

Wait, my heart - slow thy pace What shall I love? What shall I lose? I do not dare to think.

"But Lord I've got it all planned out Don't You understand?" Right then He gently lifts me up And holds me by the hand.

"My grace is more than you need, I will not fail thee child, Just place thy feeble hand in Mine And rest in Me awhile."

Oh! What peace hath filled my longing heart, What joy hath clenched my soul! Tis only that One I need - Tis Him that I desire.

O Saviour take my selfish will My vanity and pride, Take this my life, my love, my all, Lord Jesus, I am Thine.