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Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D.C. · Apr 3, 1913

No Wearying of His Patience

By Pearl Waggoner

PEARL WAGGONER

There’s no wearying of his patience, No repressing of his love; You can never draw too freely From the living Fount above. You can never come so often As your welcome to outwear; Love, long-suffering, and patience You will find forever there.

There’s no wearying of his patience Though you come in deepest need: Souls most thirsty, hearts most hungry, Are his chief delight to feed. To the Fountain ever flowing You may come and draw each day; And the emptier the vessel, It can take the more away.

There’s no wearying of his patience; O, how sweet to know it’s so! If there were,—if he should weary, Unto whom then could we go? For earth’s dearest and earth’s truest Can not fill the heart’s desire; Who could blame them should they sometimes Of our many failings tire?

There’s no wearying of his patience; Though we ofttimes weary grow Of ourselves, yet he is changeless, And he loves us even so,— Loves us in our sin and weakness, Loves in spite of failings all, Meets our e’en unspoken yearnings, Waits to hear the faintest call.

There’s no wearying of his patience; We shall find him aye the same: We can never come too often, Calling on the Saviour’s name. We can never cling too closely, Or his heart of love annoy; Our dependence is his pleasure, To supply our need his joy.

There’s no wearying of his patience, Nay, he longs to have us near; We with boldness may approach him, Feeling never doubt nor fear. Let us come, then, still more often To the place of secret prayer; Love and sympathy most patient We shall find forever there.

Hinsdale, Ill.