1 'Tis good to wait upon the Lord,
When Christ himself draws near,
And every heart with one accord
Ascends in solemn prayer.
2 While thus we feel the Savior's love
In heavenly showers descend,
Our souls commune with saints above
In bless that knows no end.
3 We taste the precious streams of grace--
The fountain makes them sing:
We travel through the wilderness--
They sit before the King.
4 We pray for grace to hold out well
The conflict but begun;
They of their past engagements tell,
And sing the conquests won.
5 We fight the battles of the Lord,
And are sometimes cast down;
They wield no more the warrior's sword,
But wear the conqueror's crown.
A Selection of Hymns, from Various Authors, Supplementary for the use of Christians. 1st Ed., 1816