Verse 1
Not all the miracles of love
Which thou hast wrought for me
Can out of this base heart remove
Its incredulity:
One hour without the sweets of grace
In peevish haste I mourn,
“The Lord hath left me in distress,
And never will return.”

Verse 2
But O thou patient God forgive
A murmuring Israelite,
And learn me how to wait and grieve,
When thou art out of sight;
By driness tried, and want, and pain,
I fain in thee would trust,
Most present with thy people then
When thou chastisest most.