Scripture Verse

Lord, what wait I for? My hope is in Thee. Deliver me from all my transgressions. Psalm 39:7–8


Words: From The Psal­ter (Pitts­burgh, Penn­syl­van­ia: Unit­ed Pres­by­ter­i­an Board of Pub­li­ca­tion, 1912), num­ber 106.

Music: Dul­ce Do­mum Ro­bert S. Am­brose, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Am­brose (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


What wait I for but Thee?
My hope is in Thy name;
From all my sins deliver me,
Nor put my soul to shame.

I suffered silently,
Because Thy will is best;
Remove Thy heavy stroke from me,
For I am sore distressed.

When sin Thou dost repay
And chasten and restrain,
Man’s beauty quickly fades away;
Yea, human life is vain.

O Lord, regard my fears,
And answer my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.

I am a stranger here,
Dependent on Thy grace,
A pilgrim, as my fathers were,
With no abiding place.

O spare me and restore
My failing strength, I pray;
E’er I go hence and be no more,
The hand of judgment stay.