WAITING by John Fullerton

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 8, 1875

WAITING

By John Fullerton

In the lone watches of the lonely night, Eyes wet with tears, I wait for Thee to quiet all my fears, E'en as the first faint gleam of morning light Chases the shadows from each mountain height.

I wait for Thee when sunshine glads the day, And far and near The hum of labor falls upon my ear, And, like a flowing river on its way, In crowds will pass the sorrowful and gay.

The night is dark, but far above I see Heaven's lamps hang out, As if to smile away the inward doubt That will not leave my heart, but clings to me, Like my own shadow, wheresoe'er I be.

I wait to hear Thy voice, so soft and sweet, To see thy smile, Comfort and soothe my doubting heart the while I grope my way through alley, lane, and street, Alone; no friend in all I pass or meet.

I wait for Thee. Oh! wert thou very near Grief then were joy, And doubts and fears would then no more annoy My soul. Arise! the still small voice I hear, Like music sweet it falls upon my ear. —John Fullerton.