Patience! Sweet and lowly gift,
Much we need it, much would crave;
Its possession gives the lift
Which the wayworn heart would have.
Patience now to run life’s race,
Patience, to bear fruit to Thee,
In all lowliness of grace,
Lord of all humility.
Patiently to learn Thy will —
Whether to go forth and fight,
Or just patiently lie still —
Both obedience in Thy sight.
Patiently Thy path to own,
Yearning only to fulfil,
Oh, Thou patient, spotless One;
Not our own — our Father’s will.
Patiently to watch for Thee,
Oh, our long-expected Lord!
Patiently to wait to see
The fulfillment of Thy Word.
Strengthened by Thy Spirit’s might,
Unto patient Christlike grace!
Radiant with glory bright,
Suffering with joyfulness.
E. G.