262    104th     Augustus Toplady
“The Lord is good unto them that wait for him.” Lam. 3. 25

1 Thou Fountain of bliss, thy smile I entreat;
  O’erwhelmed with distress I mourn at thy feet;
  The joy of salvation, when shall it be mine?
  The high consolation of friendship divine!

2 Awakened to see the depth of my fall,
  For mercy on thee I earnestly call;
  ’Tis thine the lost sinner to save and renew;
  Faith’s mighty Beginner and Finisher too.

3 Thy Spirit alone repentance implants,
  And gives me to groan at feeling my wants;
  ’Midst all my dejection, dear Lord, I can trace
  Some marks of election, some tokens of grace.

4 Thou wilt not despise a sinner distressed;
  All-kind and all-wise, thy season is best.
  To thy sovereign pleasure resigned I would be,
  And tarry at leisure, and hope still in thee.