1. How long wilt thou forget me, Lord?
Forever shall thy Promise fail:
How long before thy Face afford
One Beam of Light, thro' this dark Vail?
2. How long shall I in Soul consult.
And daily Sorrows wound my Heart?
How long shall my proud Foes insult.
And o'er me act the Tyrant's Part?
3. Consider, Lord, my piteous Case,
Hear, O my God, the Cries I make;
Mine Eyes, enlighten with thy Grace,
Lest Death's deep Sleep me overtake.
4. Lest my proud Foe, with boasting Voice,
Should say, against him I've prevail'd;
And those that trouble me rejoice.
To see my stedfast Hopes have fail'd.
5. But underneath thy saving Wings,
My Trust is ever firmly stay'd;
Therefore my Heart with Gladness springs.
In Prospect of thy promis'd Aid.
6. With grateful Heart, my Songs of Praise,
I'll humbly to the Lord address;
For he, according to his Grace,
Dealt well with me in my Distress.
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First Line: | How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1752 |
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