Classic Poem

C AMBRIDGE New T UNE .

'Tis good to wait upon the Lord
When Christ himself draws near,
And ev'ry heart with one accord
Ascends in solemn prayer.

While thus we feel the Saviour's love
In heav'nly show'rs descend,
Our souls commune with saints above
In bliss that knows no end.

We taste the precious streams of grace —
The fountain makes them sing:
We travel through the wilderness —
They sit before the King.
We pray for grace to hold out well
The conflict but begun;
They of their past engagements tell,
And sing the conquests won.

We fight the battles of the Lord,
And are sometimes cast down;
They wield no more the warrior's sword,
But wear the conqueror's crown.