1 How long wilt thou conceal Thy face?
My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heav’nly rays
That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes control
And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the Prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around mine eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;
Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd
In death’s eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
Should I become his prey!
Behold, the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace
Whence all my comforts spring:
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.XIII