1 In thine own ways, O God of love, We wait the visits of thy grace, Our souls desire is to thy Name, And the remembrance of thy face.
2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies Before the dawn restore the light.
3 Look, how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the scourges of thy rod.
4 Hark, the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes, A voice of music to his friends, But threatening thunder to his foes.
5 Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of my grace, Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease.
6 My sword shall boast its thousands slain, And drink the blood of haughty kings, While heavenly peace around my flock Stretches its soft and shady wings.