1 My Soul with long Expectance waits
To see thy saving Grace;
Yet still on thy unerring Word
My Confidence I place.

2 With Favor, Lord, look down on me
Who thy Relief implore;
As Thou art wont to visit those,
Who thy blest Name adore.

3 Thy constant Blessing now bestow,
To chear my drooping Heart;
To me, according to thy Word,
Thy saving Health impart.

4 So shall I, when my Foes upbraid,
This ready Answer make;
"In God I trust, who never will
"His faithful Promise break."