893    C.M.     John Berridge
“Though it tarry, wait for it.” Hab. 2. 3

1 If guilt pursue thee with its cry,
  And would to prison hale;
  To Jesus Christ, the Surety, fly,
  And he will give in bail.

2 If hope, that used thy soul to cheer,
  Now leaves thee dark as night,
  And neither sun nor stars appear,
  Yet wait for morning light.

3 Still look to Christ with longing eyes,
  Though both begin to fail;
  Still follow with thy feeble cries,
  For mercy will prevail.

4 What if he drops no gracious smile,
  Or bid thee leave his door?
  Yet still knock on, and wait awhile;
  He must relieve the poor.

5 He tarries oft till men are faint,
  And comes at evening late;
  He hears and will relieve complaint:
  ’Tis ours to pray and wait.