Years ago I’ve heard it told
Works of yours from days of old—
Doors were opened by your hand
Leading to a promised land,
Walls that fell before your gaze,
Pris’ners freed from darkened days—
All your works so clear to see
Ne’er to doubt the loving three.
But if words I honest speak
Hope and joy are growing weak.
Daily though I read your Word
When was last your voice I heard?
Prayers still I offer high
But my blinded eyes still cry,
“Are you in my life just now?
Help me see, I know not how.”
Why do I in gloomy state
On your Word now so long wait?
Is it that I know you love
Even with dark clouds above?
Or when doors are locked so tight
Through the cracks I see your light?
Is it that I know you’re true
That I wait so long on you?
Keep me pure in times of doubt.
Keep me till the trump sounds out.
Keep me walking in your way.
Light my path until you say,
“You’ve done well, my patient son.
Lonely path I’ve had you run.
Enter now. Please walk inside.
Rest in love’s eternal tide.”
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