1 What foolish worms are we!
How prone to start aside,
And in our troubles flee
From Jesus’ wounded side;
To wait on self, or something base,
Instead of trusting sovereign grace!
2 O that our souls could wait
At all times on the Lord;
And watch at wisdom’s gate,
Whose mercy will afford
A constant flow of every good,
To souls that trust alone in God.
3 The Lord is rich indeed,
And richly will supply
The waiting sinner’s need,
With blessings from on high;
My expectation is from God;
Then wait, my soul, upon the Lord.
4 If darkness him surround,
His mercy’s still the same;
He never will confound
The soul that waits on him;
He is my All; of him I’ll boast;
On him I’ll wait, and in him trust.
Source: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #630