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Wait on the Lord, ye heirs of hope,
And let his words support your souls;
Well can he bear your courage up,
And all your foes and fears control.
He waits his own well-chosen hour
The intended mercy to display:
And his paternal pities move,
While wisdom dictates the delay.
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;
The earth grows vocal with his praise,
And heaven the grateful shout prolongs.
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LYRICS
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8 8 8 8 (L.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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| 1854 | # 529 | | 1851 | # 338 |
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