|1||Lord! let us wait for Thee alone:
Our life be only this –
To serve Thee here on earth, unknown;
Then share Thy heavenly bliss.
|2||Lord, we would wait, in labour still
In Thy blest service here:
What Thou hast giv’n us to fulfil –
Thy will – to us is dear!
|3||We well can wait! Thou waitest yet
The word of that dread hour,
Which shall Thy foes for ever set
As footstool of Thy power.
|4||Yet, Lord! were once Thy will fulfilled,
How better far with Thee,
With Thee, our joy, our strength, our shield,
In cloudless light to be.
|5||Lord, be it soon! Thou know’st our heart,
In this sad world, no rest
Can find nor wish but where Thou art:
That rest itself possessed!
John Nelson Darby (1800-82)
Little Flock Hymn Book (1961/1973) No 411
Part of JND’s poem The Call – What powerful, mighty Voice, so near, Calls me from Earth apart