What wait I for but Thee? My hope is in Thy name; From all my sins deliver me, Nor put my soul to shame. I suffered silently, Because Thy will is best; Remove Thy heavy stroke from me, For I am sore distressed. When sin Thou dost repay And chasten and restrain, Man’s beauty quickly fades away; Yea, human life is vain. O Lord, regard my fears, And answer my request; Turn not in silence from my tears, But give the mourner rest. I am a stranger here, Dependent on Thy grace, A pilgrim, as my fathers were, With no abiding place. O spare me and restore My failing strength, I pray; E’er I go hence and be no more, The hand of judgment stay.