Patience of Hope

O Jesus, precious Saviour,

Oh, when wilt Thou return?

Our hearts, with woe familiar,

To thee our Master turn.

Our woe is Thine, Lord Jesus;

Our joy is in Thy love;

But woe and joy all lead us

To Thee in heaven above.

We ponder the long story

Of this world’s mournful ways;

We think on holy glory,

With Thee, through endless days.

We see God’s gracious order

All spoiled by man below—

See all around disorder,

Meek hearts beset with woe.

Where’er we ope the pages,

In which—Thy wondrous word—

Man’s path through varied ages

Is given us to record,

Of failure, ruin, sorrow,

The story still we find;

God’s love but brings the morrow

Of evil in mankind.

To Thee we look, Lord Jesus,

To Thee whose love we know;

We wait the power that frees us

From bondage, sin and woe.

We look for Thine appearing,

Thy presence here to bless;

We greet the day that’s nearing,

When all this woe shall cease.

But oh, for us, blest Saviour,

How brighter far the lot,

With Thee to be for ever,

Where evil enters not!

To see Thee, who’st so loved us,

Then face to face above,

Whose grace at first had moved us

To taste and know Thy love!

With Thee, O Lord, for ever,

Our souls shall be content;

Nor act, nor thought, shall ever

Full joy with Thee prevent.

Thy Father’s perfect favour

Our dwelling-place shall be;

And all His glory ever

Shine forth on us and Thee.

Oh, come then soon, Lord Jesus;

In patience still we wait,

Await the power that frees us—

Our longed-for heavenly seat!

A spiritual song by JND 1856

“All is a vain show around us; but that which is inside abides.

When the heart gets hold of this fact, it becomes like one taken into the house to work for the day; performs the duties well, but passes through, instead of living in the circumstances. . . . The Lord keep us going on in simplicity, fulfilling as a hireling our day, till Christ shall come, and then shall every man have praise of God.” JND