Patience, Lord, I want to have
In the face of trials long.
Spread your name that is a salve,
Cover all my painful wrongs.
Hurt is borne beneath my skin
From the enemies without.
They who praise no God within,
They continue evil rout.
Give me strength under their blows,
Strength to not reject your name.
You in ages past arose,
Rose to cover all my shame.
Still, I sit in darkest night
In my isolation’s pain,
Waiting when for me you’ll fight
So I’ll see the dawn again.
Till such time with banner high
And my foes are swept away,
Thanks to you, not painful sighs,
Lord, please help my heart to say.
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