Waiting on Him who knows us and our need, br Most need have we to dare not, nor desire, br But as He giveth, softly to suspire br Against His gift, with no inglorious greed, br For this is joy, tho' still our joys recede; br And, as in octaves of a noble lyre, br To move our minds with His, and clearer, higher, br Sound forth our fate; for this is strength indeed.