1 While nature yielding to despair
Her blasted expectation mourns,
After a length of years the prayer
In the most helpless case returns,
The peaceful word at last comes down,
And lo, the barren bears a son!

2 Then let us patiently attend,
To Him the time and manner leave,
Till God the long sought blessing send,
Till Christ His gracious fullness give,
And faith’s maturest fruit we prove
In finished holiness and love.