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 for ever 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 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 chearful Voice to Songs of Praise.