1 My soul for the Saviour is waiting,—
Ah! long has he waited for me;
Yea, stood in the night dews unheeded,
While I was unmoved by his plea.
Then is it to show me his anguish
My soul is kept waiting for him?
So long have I doubted his mercy,
The eyes of my faith became dim.

2 My soul for the Saviour is waiting,
In grief I am bowed at his cross;
My sins are a burden too heavy,
Beneath them I sink in remorse.
Oh, is he but waiting to test me,
Or is he e’en now at my side?
Dear Saviour, I pray thee to enter,
The door of my heart opens wide.

3 My soul for the Saviour is waiting,—
But truly his word cannot fail;
The cry of a penitent sinner
Must reach him, and reaching, prevail.
Now will I confide in his promise,
That coming I am not cast out,—
And tho’ I may wait for the vision,
His pardon no longer I doubt.