1 Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will,
Tumultuous passions all be still!
Nor let a murmuring thought arise,
His ways are just, his counsels wise.
2 He in the thickest darkness dwells,
Performs his work, the cause conceals;
But though his methods are unknown,
Judgment and truth support his throne.
3 In heaven, and earth, and air, and sea,
He executes his firm decrees;
And by his saints it stands confessed,
That what he does is ever best.
4 Wait then, my soul, submissive wait,
Prostrate before his awful seat;
And 'midst the terrors of his rod,
Trust in a wise and gracious God.
The Hartford Selection of Hymns from the most approved authors, 1799
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|The Cyber Hymnal #7589||Wait, O My Soul, Thy Maker's Will||Wait, O my soul, thy maker's will||SESSIONS||Benjamin Beddome||LM||In the first edition of <cite>A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors</cite>, by John Rippon, 1787|