My soul with patience waits

My soul with patience waits
for thee, the living Lord:
my hopes are on thy promise built,
thy never-failing word.

My longing eyes look out
for thy enlivening ray,
more duly than the morning watch
to spy the dawning day.

Let Israel trust in God;
no bounds his mercy knows;
the plenteous source and spring from whence
eternal succor flows.

Words: Tate and Brady, 1698

Music: Franconia

Meter: SM

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