The Psalms of David ‎#22b

22b. Complaints under Temptations of the Devil

1 How long wilt thou conceal thy Face?
My GOD, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly Rays
That chace my Fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring Soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy Word can all my Foes controul,
And ease my raging Pain.

3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries
All his malicious Arts
He spreads a Mist around my 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
If I become his Prey!
Behold the Sons of Hell grow proud
At thy so 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,
Where all my Hopes have hung;
I shall employ my Lips in Praise,
And Vict'ry shall be sung.

Text Information

• First Line: How long wilt thou conceal thy Face?
• Title: Complaints under Temptations of the Devil
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1740
• Scripture:
  Psalm 13
• Topic: Complaint: of Desertion; Complaint: of Temptaion; Deliverance: from Temptations; Desertion and Distress of Soul; Hope: in darkness; Religion: and justice; Satan subdued; Temptations: of the devil

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