|137 (1)||Psalm 137 Version 1||SM|
| ARISE, despondent saints,
Your hymns of worship take,
And loud in praise of mighty love
Bid every note awake.
|2|| Though in a foreign land,
We are not far from home;
And nearer to our home above
We every moment come.
|3|| His grace will, to the end,
Stronger and brighter shine;
Not present things, nor things to come,
Shall quench His light divine.
|4|| When we in darkness walk,
And lose the heavenly flame,
Then is the time to trust our Lord,
And rest upon His name.
|5|| Soon shall our doubts and fears
Subside at His control;
His lovingkindness shall break through
The midnight of the soul.
|6|| Wait till the shadows flee;
Wait the appointed hour;
Wait till the guardian of your soul
Reveals His sovereign power.
|7|| The people of His choice
God will not cast away,
And they who wait upon the Lord
Shall their salvation see.
|Augustus Montague Toplady, 1740-78|