"I will wait upon the Lord that hideth his face"

Where'er thine earthly lot is cast,Whate'er its duties prove,To toil neath Penury's piercing blast,Or share the cell of love,Or 'mid the pomp of wealth to live,Or wield of power the rod,Still as a faithful servant striveTo wait alone on God.

Should disappointment's blighting swayDestroy of joy the bloom,Till one by one, thy hopes decayIn darkness and the tomb,Should Heaven its cheering smile withholdFrom thy disastrous fate,And foes arise like billows bold,Still, on Jehovah wait.

When timid dawn her couch forsakes,Or noon-day splendors glideOr eve, her curtain'd pillow takesWhile watchful stars preside,Or midnight warns the hosts of careFar from his ebon throne,Unwearied in thy fervent prayerWait thou on God alone.

But should he still conceal his faceTill flesh and spirit fail,And bid thee darkly run the raceOf Time's receding vale,

With what a doubly glorious rayHis smile will light that skyWhere ransom'd souls rejoicing layTheir robes of mourning by.