GOD doth not bid thee wait, To disappoint at last; A golden promise, fair and great, In precept-mold is cast. Soon shall the morning gild The dark horizon-rim, Thy heart's desire shall be fulfilled. "Wait patiently for Him." The weary waiting times Are but the muffled peals, Low preluding celestial chimes, That hail His chariot-wheels. Trust Him to tune thy voice To blend with seraphim; His "Wait" shall issue in "Rejoice!" "Wait patiently for Him." He doth not bid thee wait, Like drift-wood on the wave, For fickle chance or fixed fate To ruin or to save. Thine eyes shall surely see -- No distant hope or dim -- The Lord thy God arise for thee: "Wait patiently for Him." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON THE PROGRESS OF POETRY by JONATHAN SWIFT A BATTLE BALLAD TO GENERAL J.E. JOHNSTON by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR CHILDHOOD by JENS IMMANUEL BAGGESEN |