Wait Patiently For Him

God doth not bid thee wait
To disappoint at last;

God doth not bid thee wait
To disappoint at last;
A golden promise, fair and great,
In precept-mould is cast.
Soon shall the morning gild
The dark horizon-rim,
Thy heart’s desire shall be 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 drift-wood 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.”

Frances Ridley Havergal

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