OH Father, give me patience; this poor heart
Is ever sighing, longing to depart:
My weary spirit fain would find repose
In that fair land where, free from mortal woes,
My aching head shall lean on Jesus’ breast,
And find in Him my everlasting rest.
But give me patience, ah, full well I know
Thy time is best, and though I long to go,
Yet keep me, gracious Father, keep me still
In meek submission to Thy holy will;
Let not one murmuring word escape my tongue,
But let Thy will and Thine alone be done.
I love to gaze on yonder cloudless sky,
And think of my inheritance on high,
And oft I wonder when these eyes shall see
The many mansions Jesus keeps for me,
Those mansions of eternal joy and love,
Secure within my Father’s house above:
Ah, precious home, Father I long to go,
This world is all a wilderness below;
Many I love have journeyed on before,
And ready stand to welcome me on shore;
When shall I hear the long expected word,
“Arise, my chosen one, to meet your Lord!”
But hush, my soul, my Father’s time is best,
And only He shall fix my hour of rest;
I’ll hush the sigh, I’ll check the starting tear,
Since ’tis His will that I should linger here;
This precious truth shall every fear dispel,
My God, my Father doeth all things well.
Lord, give me patience for a little while,
A few more days of weariness and toil;
Then, when I hear my blessed Saviour say,
“Arise, my love, my fair one, come away,”
Oh, with what rapture shall I soar above,
Lost in the boundless ocean of Thy love!