Psalms 130:5,6

How very beautiful in language, as well as delightful in doctrine, are these expressions! When a soul looking by faith to the man at God's right hand, whom the Lord hath set forth as a propitiation through faith in his blood; he waits with earnest, but patient expectation. He that believeth (saith the Prophet) shall not make haste, Isaiah 28:15. He need not; for in believing he stayeth upon God's Christ, he knows that the mercy is sure; and therefore he waits the Lord's time for bestowing it. He that prepared the mercy, is preparing the heart for the proper reception of it. In believing this, he already by faith enjoys it; and therefore cries out, I look for the Lord: my soul doth wait; but while I wait, his word is my warrant, my security, my sure confidence. Oh! blessed frame! Reader, may the Lord give it to you, to me, and to all his people. Lord! increase our faith! The figures and similitudes in this verse, to show how the soul of a true believer waits, are uncommonly beautiful and expressive. What is it to wait for the morning? Let those speak who lie in agonies of pain through a long night, or those who sit up in the dying chamber of a dear departing friend; or those who travelling in a dark dreary night, are hardly conscious of their way. Such cases as these may afford some idea, of a soul in darkness, until Jesus makes it light: waiting for the first dawn of mercy: longing to hear that voice, Son, be of good cheer, thy sins be forgiven thee. My soul, I would press the thought upon thee; dost thou so wait for Jesus, and for the renewings of his love?