Oft there comes a gentle whisper o'er me stealing,
When my trials and my burdens seem too great,
Like the sweet-voiced bells of evening softly pealing,
It is saying to my spirit, Only wait.
When I cannot understand my Father's leading,
And it seems to be but hard and cruel fate,
Still I hear that gentle whisper ever pleading,
God is working; God is faithful; only wait.
When the promise seems to linger, long delaying,
And I tremble lest, perhaps, it omes too late,
Still I hear that sweet-voiced angel ever saying,
Though it tarry, it is coming, only wait.
