1 Impatient heart, be still, be still!
What tho’ He tarries long?
What tho’ the triumph song
Is still delayed?
Thou hast His promise sure,
And that is all secure,
Be not afraid, be not afraid!
2 My eager heart, be still, be still!
Thy Lord will surely come,
And take thee to His home,
With Him to dwell.
It may not be today;
And yet, my soul, it may;
I cannot tell, I cannot tell.
3 My anxious heart, be still, be still!
Watch, pray, and work, and then
It will not matter when
Thy Lord shall come.
At midnight, or at noon;
He cannot come too soon
To take thee home, to take thee home.
Source: Songs of Sovereign Grace #117