He Waiteth to Be Gracious

Thy ceaseless, unexhausted Love,

Unmerited and free,

Delights our evil to remove,

And help our misery.

Thou waitest to be gracious still;

Thou dost with sinners bear;

That, saved, we may Thy goodness feel,

And all Thy grace declare.

Thy goodness and Thy truth, to me,

To every soul abound;

A vast unfathomable sea,

Where all our thoughts are drowned.

Its streams the whole creation reach,

So plenteous is the store;

Enough for all, enough for each,

Enough for evermore.

Faithful, O Lord, Thy mercies are,

A rock that cannot move:

A thousand promises declare

Thy constancy of love.

Throughout the universe it reigns,

Unalterably sure;

And, while the truth of God remains,

His goodness must endure.