387    L.M.     J. Swain
Sweetness of Waiting at Throne of Grace. Ps. 119. 103

1 How sweet to wait upon the Lord,
  While he fulfils his gracious word;
  To seek his face, and not in vain,
  To be beloved, and love again!

2 To see, while prostrate at his feet,
  Jehovah on the mercy-seat;
  And Jesus, at the Lord’s right hand,
  With his divine atonement stand!

3 “Father,” he cries, “I will that these
  Before thee on their bended knees,
  For whom my life I once laid down,
  Be with me soon on this my throne.”

4 Amen! our hearts with rapture cry,
  May we with reverence look so high;
  Ascended Saviour, fix our eyes,
  By faith upon this glorious prize!

5 With this delightful prospect fired,
  We’ll run, nor in thy ways be tired;
  And all the trials here we see,
  Will make us long to reign with thee.