GOD doth not bid thee wait
To disappoint at last;
A golden promise, fair and great
In precept mold is cast.
Soon shall the morning gild
The dark horizon rim,
Thy heart’s desire shall he fulfilled
“WAIT patiently for Him.”
The weary waiting times
Are but the muffled peals,
Low preluding celestial chimes
That hail His chariot wheels.
Trust Him to tune thy voice
To blend with Seraphim;
His “Wait” shall issue in “Rejoice!”
“Wait PATIENTLY for Him.”
He doth not bid thee wait
Like driftwood on the wave,
For fickle chance or fixed fate
To ruin or to save.
Thine eyes shall surely see —
No distant hope or dim —
The Lord thy God arise for thee:
“Wait patiently FOR HIM.”