Author Unknown
’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.