Classic Poem

Wait, my soul! upon the Lord,
To his gracious promise flee,
Laying hold on that blest word, —
" As thy days, thy strength shall be. "

If the sorrows of my case
Strange and trying seem to me,
God has promis'd needful grace,
" As thy days thy strength shall be. "

Days of suff'ring, days of grief,
In succession I may see;
Daily, this is my relief,
" As thy days, thy strength shall be. "

When I feel my want of strength, —
Who, my soul! is weak like thee? —
God will give thee pow'r at length,
" As thy days, thy strength shall be. "

Rock of ages! I'm secure,
With thy promise full and free;
Faithful, positive, and sure,
" As thy days, thy strength shall be . "