1 How long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain?
Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray, and be deny'd?
2 Shall I forever be forgot,
As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn?
And still despair of thy return?
3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest,
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low?
4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief:
If thou withhold'st thy heav'nly Light,
I sleep in everlasting night.
5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my foes or fears suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
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First Line: | How long O Lord, shall I complain |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
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