Lord, We Wait

Lord

we wait; Thy sow­ers wait

Spent with boot­less toil;

Sowing ear­ly

sow­ing late

On a stub­born soil.

Lord

we wait; the parch­èd ground

Needs the soft­en­ing show­er;

Let the hard­ened hearts around

Feel its quick­en­ing pow­er.

Lord

we wait; the ten­der blade

Needs the heav’n­ly dew;

Shall its first fair pro­mise fade?

O! its life re­new.

Feeble faith and wan­ing love

Hope that scarce­ly lives

Wait the in­flu­ence from ab­ove

That Thy Spir­it gives.

Plead we not our Fa­ther’s word?

Shall we plead in vain?

Lo! the pray­er of faith is heard!

Lo! the gra­cious rain!