When clouds hang heavy over thy way,
and darker grows the weary day,
and thou oppressed by anxious care,
get almost tempted to despair,
I still wait upon the Lord.
When friends betray thy loving trust,
and thou art humbled in the dust,
when dearest joys from thee have fled,
and hope within thy breast lies dead,
I still wait upon the Lord.
When death comes knocking at thy door,
and in the home our sorrows soar,
when age comes on and eyes grow dim,
still look to Christ, still trust in Him,
and wait upon the Lord.
Whatever the case, believe His word,
enjoy your grief, trust in the Lord.
Good courage He will give to thee,
and strong indeed thy heart shall be,
by waiting on the Lord.