Lord, have patience with me. Matthew 18:26
Thy people, Lord, of many lands and nations,
In evening praise are met to wait Thy will;
Weak men and women, living by Thy patience—
Be very patient still.
Suffer us, yet, O Lord, a little longer;
With all our broken purposes of good—
Suffer us yet, and make our spirits stronger
To serve Thee as we should.
Be with us all, dear Lord, guard Thou our sleeping;
If any waken, temper Thou the gloom
Of night’s dark watches quiet in Thy keeping
Until the day shall come.
Call us to labor blithely on the morrow,
With morning faces and with morning hearts;
Or if the day that dawns be marked for sorrow,
Nerve us to bear our parts.