687    104th     John Berridge
“Wait on the Lord.” Ps. 27. 14; Isa. 8. 17

1 Ye broken hearts all, who cry out, “Unclean,”
  And taste of the gall of in-dwelling sin;
  Lamenting it truly, and loathing it too,
  And seeking help duly, as sinners must do;

2 The Lord whom ye seek is nigh to your call,
  Attends when you speak, nor lets a word fall;
  Your sorrow and sighing are felt in his breast;
  He pities your crying, and will give you rest.

3 [If often he hides his face from his friends,
  And silent abides for merciful ends,
  At length he uncovers himself from his cloud,
  And sweetly discovers his face and his blood.]

4 All penitent cries his Spirit imparts,
  And fetches out sighs from sin-feeling hearts;
  He puts you in mourning, the dress that you want,
  A meek suit adorning both sinner and saint.

5 A time he has set to heal up your woes,
  A season most fit his love to disclose;
  And till he is ready to show his good-will,
  Be patient and steady, and wait on him still.