Scripture Verse

Wait for the promise of the Father. Acts 1:4


Words: S. A. Stan­well, in The School Hym­nal, by Will­iam R. Ste­ven­son (Lon­don: E. Marl­bo­rough, 1880), num­ber 337.

Music: Bruce ano­ny­mous, in The Hym­nal (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Pres­by­te­ri­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion & Sabbath-School Work, 1907), num­ber 694 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Stan­well’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Lord, we wait; Thy sowers wait,
Spent with bootless toil;
Sowing early, sowing late,
On a stubborn soil.

Lord, we wait; the parchèd ground
Needs the softening shower;
Let the hardened hearts around
Feel its quickening power.

Lord, we wait; the tender blade
Needs the heav’nly dew;
Shall its first fair promise fade?
O! its life renew.

Feeble faith and waning love,
Hope that scarcely lives,
Wait the influence from above
That Thy Spi­rit gives.

Plead we not our Fa­ther’s word?
Shall we plead in vain?
Lo! the prayer of faith is heard!
Lo! the gracious rain!