Wait | AdventAI

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Washington, D. C. · Nov 16, 1905

“Wait”

“Let none that wait on Thee be ashamed.”

YES, I am waiting, Lord, and it is sweet To rest the while close at thy sacred feet;

Here with thy wounded hand upon my head, My weary soul is blest and comforted.

'Tis joy to tarry at thy bleeding side, Whence flows the healing, purifying tide, My only hope, my perfect righteousness; Yes, I will wait in this dear hiding-place.

For prone am I, my Lord, from thee to stray, And lose thy presence in earth’s busy way; Yea, sometimes out on errands thine alone, Self rises, and I count them all my own.

So eager am I to devise and do, And in my frantic zeal the way pursue, That I forget I should but follow thee;— And hurry till thy face I can not see.

*And Thou in love dost check my foolish haste, Take me apart into the desert waste, And bid me pause till thou shalt point the way, And go before me, lest again I stray.*

So here beneath the shadow of thy wing I stay my steps, and as I wait I sing; While peace divine through all my soul distils, And love its blessed, perfect work fulfils.

In this dear refuge, quiet and still, I fold my hands, and bide thy holy will. “Speak, for thy servant heareth,” I will say; Ready, when thou shalt send me, to obey.

*Shall disappointments or dismay betide The soul that meekly waits her Lord beside?*

Ah, no, my expectation is from him, And shall not fail, though heaven itself grow dim.

God is the Lord, who gives the soul’s desire; I bind the sacrifice and wait the fire; They shall not be ashamed who watch and wake, The morn of joy and glory soon shall break.

—Selected.