O Je­sus, at Thy feet we wait,
’Till Thou shalt bid us rise,
Restored to our un­sin­ning state,
To love’s sweet pa­ra­dise.

Savior, from sin we Thee re­ceive,
From all in­dwell­ing sin,
Thy Word, we stead­fastly be­lieve,
Shall make us ful­ly clean.

Still we con­tinue in Thy word,
Our faith by works we show,
Expecting to be as our Lord,
And all the truth to know.

The truth that makes us free in­deed,
The liv­ing truth di­vine,
The glo­ri­ous full­ness of our Head
Shall in His mem­bers shine.

Lord, we be­lieve, and wait the hour
That brings the pro­mised grace,
When born of God we sin no more,
But al­ways see Thy face.

Since Thou wouldst have us free from sin,
And pure as those above,
Make haste to bring Thy na­ture in,
Perfecting us in love.

The cou­nsel of Thy love ful­fill,
Come quick­ly, gra­cious Lord,
Be it ac­cord­ing to Thy will,
According to Thy word.

According to our faith in Thee,
Let it to us be done;
Oh! that we all Thy face might see,
And know as we are known!

Oh! that the per­fect gift were giv’n,
The love dif­fused abroad,
Oh! that our hearts were all a heav’n
For ev­er filled with God!