How long, O Lord, shall I complain like one that seeks his God in vain?
Canst thou thy face forever hide, and I still pray and be denied?

But I have trusted in thy grace, and shall again behold thy face

Shall I forever be forgot, as one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thy absence mourn, and still despair of thy return?

How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed? And Satan, my malicious foe,Rejoice to see me sunk so low?

Whate’er my fears or foes suggest, thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise my cheerful voice to songs of praise.

But I have trusted in thy grace, and shall again behold thy face