Gracious, Patient Sufferer, Thou
Unto Thee our hearts we bow,
May we, Thy people, ever see,
Our daily pattern, Lord, in Thee.
One by one He's wisely fitting,
Each to fill his destined place,
Stones of rare and costly structure,
From a lost and fallen race.
Soon shall we see His face,
And in His love delight,
And walk with Him the street of gold,
Through scenes of purest light.
We soon shall hear His voice,
And see His blessed face,
And at His feet adoring bend,
Fruit of His boundless grace.