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Hymn
Waiting for Christ
Thou for Christ has waited long,
Art thou weary, art thou faint?
Still have patience, and be strong,
Such his charge to every saint.
Art thou weary, art thou faint?
Still have patience, and be strong,
Such his charge to every saint.
Hast thou suffered, for his name,
Persecution, scorn, and loss?
Count not suffering, want, nor shame,
Ever glory in the cross.
Persecution, scorn, and loss?
Count not suffering, want, nor shame,
Ever glory in the cross.
Mind not scoffers, when they say,
‘Where's the Coming of the Lord?’
‘Who shall see his glorious day?’
He is faithful to his word.
‘Where's the Coming of the Lord?’
‘Who shall see his glorious day?’
He is faithful to his word.
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He, too, waited long for thee;
Called thee, but thou still delayed;
Longed from sin to set thee free,
And for thee his Father prayed.
Called thee, but thou still delayed;
Longed from sin to set thee free,
And for thee his Father prayed.
With compassion, from on high,
Still he views thy sufferings here;
By the Spirit still is nigh,
What can then his follower fear?
Still he views thy sufferings here;
By the Spirit still is nigh,
What can then his follower fear?
Fainting, suffering, still abide
Constant in thy Savior's love;
In his promises confide,
He can never faithless prove.
Constant in thy Savior's love;
In his promises confide,
He can never faithless prove.
“Lo!” he says, “I quickly come,
Thou my Glory too shalt see;
That which fills my Father's home,
That which He has given me.”
Thou my Glory too shalt see;
That which fills my Father's home,
That which He has given me.”
Poem No. 674; c. 26 June 1852
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