All Who Wait Upon the Lord - February 3, 1956

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Yea, all who wait upon the Lord,

Shall mount as eagles high;

Shall run and not be weary,

Shall feel God always nigh.

Their strength shall be renewed each day,

Their cup shall overflow;

And daily they shall be my friend,

A blessing here below.

To wait upon the Lord, aright,

Shall strength and wisdom give;

And furthermore it shall indeed,

Help us to nobly live.

The more we wait upon the Lord,

The better is our chance;

To overcome all evil here,

Our souls to bless, enhance.

Yea, all who wait upon the Lord,

Shall bear the fruit of love;

And furthermore shall gentle be,

As gentle as a dove.

And when the silver cord shall loose,

The golden bowl shall break;

No fears shall haunt our souls, my dear,

For God our souls shall take.

~ J. J. Davis ~