Classic Poem

" Tarry, " said the Master, " till the power
God gives you is bestowed. " They waited there
Within the upper room in faith and patience.
And Pentecost was answered to their prayer.

Oh, give us grace to tarry in this hour,
To wait Thy summons, Lord, to hear Thy Word.
Check our impetuous haste, remembering always,
What is Thy will can never be deferred.

In quietness and confidence, strength-giving,
We would realize Thy presence and deny
Our tears in this Thy promise, " I will teach thee
The way to go and guide thee with mine eye. "