What but Thy Right Hand of Power?

What but Thy right hand of pow­er

Power dis­played in per­fect love

Can my con­fi­dence re­store

Can my tor­tur­ing fear re­move?

Lord

in this poor gro­vel­ing soul

Now Thy Spir­it’s pow­er ex­ert

Now my un­be­lief con­trol

Purify and calm my heart.

Master

at Thy feet I wait

Thy re­viv­ing voice to hear:

Raise me to my first es­tate

Show Thy­self the Fini­sh­er

Perfect what Thou hast be­gun

And when all my griefs are past

And when all my work is done

Glorify my soul at last.