XCIII. GOD waiting to be gracious.

WAIT on the LORD, ye Heirs of Hope,
And let his Word support your Souls:
Well can he bear your Courage up,
And all your Foes and Fears controul.

He waits his own well-chosen Hour
Th' intended Mercy to display;
And his paternal Bowels move,
While Wisdom dictates the Delay.

With mingled Majesty and Love
At length he rises from his Throne;
And, while Salvation he commands,
He makes his People's Joy his own.

Blest are the humble Souls, that wait
With sweet Submission to his Will;
Harmonious all their Passions move,
And in the midst of Storms are still.

Still, till their Father's well-known Voice
Wakens their Silence into Songs:
Then Earth grows vocal with his Praise,
And Heav'n the grateful Shout prolongs.