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’Tis good to wait upon the Lord,

When Christ Himself draws near,

And every heart with one accord

Ascends in solemn prayer.


While thus we feel the Saviour’s love

In heavenly showers descend,

Our souls commune with saints above,

In bliss that knows no end.


We taste the precious streams of grace;

The fountain makes them sing:

We travel through the wilderness—

They sit before the King.


We pray for grace to hold out well,

The conflict but begun;

They of their past engagements tell,

And sing the conquests won.


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.


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