I AM waiting in the midnight,
In the storm and on the wave,
Not for light, nor calm, nor haven,
Though the winds and waters rave:
'Tis for Thee I wait, Lord Jesus!
Light and port art Thou to me;
Thou wondrous Sun of Glory!
I wait—I wait for Thee.
From the center of God's glory,
Shot forth a living ray,
Piercing this heart's mean dwelling,
His riches to display;
“WAIT—I WAIT FOR THEE.”
Charged with the revelation
Of Thee, His Son, in me;
And there, His own creation,
Forming, to wait for Thee.
Oh what a tale of wonder,
Oh what a wealth of grace,
That ray disclosed!—revealing
God's glory in Thy face
Telling, how His dread judgments
Were spent upon Thy head,
And how His glory seal'd Thee,
“The righteous," from the dead.
Telling of sin's full wages
All borne by Thee, who gave
Thy life; then rose triumphant
From judgment and the grave.
Head of a new creation,
Where “all things are of God,"
And Death's dark reign supplanted
By Thee—life giving Lord!
Showing, that realm of glory
My birth-place home to be;
For thence, from Thee—its fountain,
Life issues unto me.
And there, e'en now, in spirit,
Thy glory I can see;
While, (mighty, gracious Savior!)
On earth, I wait for Thee.
O holy, quickening Spirit,
What wonders hast Thou done!—
To me Thou hast imparted
Life—union with God's Son,
For Him the Father deems me
Fit company to be;
Thou " fullness of the Godhead!
I wait—I wait for Thee.
So I'm waiting in the midnight,
But my heart is in the light,
Until faith's wondrous secret
Be unfolded into sight.
What more? Thyself, forever,
This heart's repose to be!
My Lord—my God—my Savior!
I wait—I wait for Thee.