Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

337 (L.M.) Benjamin Beddome

Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will

Tumult'ous passions all be still!

Nor let a murm'ring thought arise;

His ways are just, His counsels wise.

He in the thickest darkness dwells,

Performs His work, the cause conceals;

But though His methods are unknown,

Judgment and truth support His throne.

In heav'n, and earth, and air, and seas,

He executes His firm decrees;

And by His saints it stands confessed,

That what he does is ever best.

Wait, then, my soul, submissive wait,

Prostrate before His awful seat;

And 'midst the terrors of His rod,

Trust in a wise and gracious God.