I hear a righteous man

Verse 1

I hear a righteous man, A prophet good and great, In deep distress complain, And thus his grief relate: “I call on God, and cry and shout, But all my prayer he shutteth out.”

Verse 2

He cries, and cries again, And yet no answers come; He shouts aloud through pain, And still the Lord is dumb; Like some abandoned wretch he moans, And Jesus seems to mock his groans.

Verse 3

Let every drooping saint Keep waiting evermore; And though exceeding faint, Knock on at mercy’s door; Still cry and shout till night is past, For daylight will spring up at last.

Verse 4

If Christ do not appear, When his disciples cry, He marketh every tear, And counteth every sigh; In all their sorrows bears a part, Beholds their grief, and feels their smart.

Verse 5

He lends an unseen hand, And gives a secret prop, Which keeps them waiting stand, Till he complete their hope! So let me wait upon this Friend, And trust him till my troubles end.