630    148th     W. Gadsby
“My soul, wait thou only upon God.” Ps. 62. 5

1 What foolish worms are we!
  How prone to start aside,
  And in our troubles flee
  From Jesus’ wounded side;
  To wait on self, or something base,

2 O that our souls could wait
  At all times on the Lord;
  And watch at wisdom’s gate,
  Whose mercy will afford
  A constant flow of every good,
  To souls that trust alone in God.

3 The Lord is rich indeed,
  And richly will supply
  The waiting sinner’s need,
  With blessings from on high;
  My expectation is from God;
  Then wait, my soul, upon the Lord.

4 If darkness him surround,
  His mercy’s still the same;
  He never will confound
  The soul that waits on him;
  He is my All; of him I’ll boast;
  On him I’ll wait, and in him trust.