English poem
Hymn CCXII. Long Metre. Patience
by Anonymous
Patience, O what a grace divine, Sent from the God of peace and love; That leans upon its father's hand, As thro' the wilds of life we rove.
By patience we serenely bear The troubles of our mortal state; And wait contented our discharge Nor think our glory comes too late.
Tho' we in full sensation feel, The weight, the wounds our God ordains; We smile amidst our heaviest woes And triumph in our sharpest pains.
O for this grace to aid us on, And arm with fortitude the breast; Till life's tumultuous voyage is o'er We reach the port, of endless rest.
Faith into vision shall be brought, Hope shall in full enjoyment die; And patience in possession end In the bright world of bliss on high.
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- Hymn CCXLIV. Long Metre. Christ the Image of the Invisible God
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