1 Patience! O what a grace divine!
Giv'n by the God of love and pow'r,
That leans upon a father's hand,
In ev'ry dark, afflicting hour.
2 By patience we serenely bear
The troubles of our mortal state;
And wait contented our discharge,
Nor think our glory comes too late.
3 Though we in full sensation feel
The weight, the wounds our God ordains,
We smile amid our heaviest woes,
And triumph in our sharpest pains.
4 O for this grace to aid us on,
And arm with fortitude the breast,
Till life's tumultuous voyage is o'er,
We reach the shores of endless rest!
5 Faith into vision shall resign,
Hope shall in full fruition die;
And patience in possession end
In the bright worlds of bliss on high.
Source: The Hartford Selection of Hymns: from the most approved authors: to which are added a number never before published (2nd ed.) #CLIV
First Line: | Patience, O what a grace divine |
Title: | Christian Patience |
Author: | Thomas Gibbons |
Meter: | 8.8.8.8 |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |