My soul doth wait on God

My soul doth wait on God,
From Him my help proceeds;
His mercy is exceeding broad,
To overtake my needs.

He gives His pardoning grace,
When I my sin confess;
Nor ever hides from me His face
In my distressfulness.

The Spirit of all power,
Most freely He bestows;
And I am strong in evil hour,
When pressed by direst foes.

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Oh, He has gifts in store,
More rich than wealth commands;
And when His pity I implore,
He fills my empty hands.

God, Thou art good and kind,
And full of tender grace;
Have me for ever in Thy mind,
Nor hide from me Thy face.