1 Lord, we wait; Thy sowers wait,
Spent with bootless toil;
Sowing early, sowing late,
On a stubborn soil.
2 Lord, we wait; the parchèd ground
Needs the softening shower;
Let the hardened hearts around
Feel its quickening power.
3 Lord, we wait; the tender blade
Needs the heav’nly dew;
Shall its first fair promise fade?
O! its life renew.
4 Feeble faith and waning love,
Hope that scarcely lives,
Wait the influence from above
That Thy Spirit gives.
5 Plead we not our Father’s word?
Shall we plead in vain?
Lo! the prayer of faith is heard!
Lo! the gracious rain!Source: The Cyber Hymnal #8473