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.