Author Unknown

C.M.

’Tis good to wait upon the Lord,

When Christ Himself draws near,

And every heart with one accord

Ascends in solemn prayer.

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While thus we feel the Saviour’s love

In heavenly showers descend,

Our souls commune with saints above,

In bliss that knows no end.

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We taste the precious streams of grace;

The fountain makes them sing:

We travel through the wilderness—

They sit before the King.

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We pray for grace to hold out well,

The conflict but begun;

They of their past engagements tell,

And sing the conquests won.

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We fight the battles of the Lord,

And are sometimes cast down;

They wield no more the warrior’s sword,

But wear the conqueror’s crown.