With song and dance my praises make,
With harp and timbrel sing.
My Savior chose me for his own,
My Advocate, My King!
Though foreknowing all my faults,
My flaws and pride and sin,
He has promised to complete
The work begun within.
His glory, not my own, I wish
To be made manifest.
Conformed to Him, in Him abide,
His joy in every test.
So by His grace and strength I’ll run
In all that He commands.
That I may “faithful servant” hear,
When all my journeys end.
Not so in haste my heart!
Have faith in God, and wait;
Although He linger long,
He never comes too late.
He never cometh late;
He knoweth what is best;
Vex not thyself in vain;
Until He cometh, rest.
Until He cometh, rest,
Nor grudge the hours that roll;
The feet that wait for God
Are soonest at the goal.
Are soonest at the goal
That is not gained with speed;
Then hold thee still, my heart,
For I shall wait His lead.
~Bradford Torrey (circa 1875)
