Lord, we wait; Thy sow­ers wait,
Spent with boot­less toil;
Sowing ear­ly, sow­ing late,
On a stub­born soil.

Lord, we wait; the parch­èd ground
Needs the soft­en­ing show­er;
Let the hard­ened hearts around
Feel its quick­en­ing pow­er.

Lord, we wait; the ten­der blade
Needs the heav’n­ly dew;
Shall its first fair pro­mise fade?
O! its life re­new.

Feeble faith and wan­ing love,
Hope that scarce­ly lives,
Wait the in­flu­ence from above
That Thy Spir­it gives.

Plead we not our Fa­ther’s word?
Shall we plead in vain?
Lo! the pray­er of faith is heard!
Lo! the gra­cious rain!