Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will
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Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will,Tumultuous passions all be still,Nor let a murmuring thought arise;His ways are just, his counsels wise.
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In realms of cloudless light he dwells,Performs his work, the cause conceals;And though his footsteps are unknown,Judgment and truth support his throne.
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In heaven and earth and air and seasHe executes his firm decrees;And by his saints it stands confessedThat what he does is ever best.
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Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,With reverence bow before his seat,And 'mid the terrors of his rodTrust in a wise and gracious God.