1 Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,
And let his word support your souls,
Well can He bear your courage up,
And all your foes and fears controul.
2 He waits his own well-chosen hour
Th' intended mercy to display;
And his paternal bowels move
While wisdom dictates the delay.
3 With mingled majesty and love,
At length he rises from his throne;
And while salvation he commands,
He makes his people's joy his own.
4 Blest are the humble souls that wait
With sweet submission to His will;
Harmonious all their passions move,
And in the midst of storms are still.
5 Still, till their Father’s well-known voice
Wakens their silence into songs;
Then earth grows vocal with His praise,
And heav'n the grateful shout prolongs.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1789 |
| Topic: | Confidence and Resignation |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |