1 How long forgotten, Lord, by Thee,
Forbidden still Thy face to see,
Shall I, by daily grief distressed,
Take counsel with my doubtful breast?
2 How long amidst triumphant foes,
Who mock my agonizing woes,
To Heaven’s high throne must I complain
And seek the Lord my God in vain?
3 Consider, Lord, and hear my cries,
Pour light upon my troubled eyes,
Lest, yielding up my weary breath,
I sleep the dreamless sleep of death.
4 Lest o’er my fall the foe rejoice,
And cry with loud exulting voice:
Lo where he lies, a trampled clod,
Who vainly trusted in his God.
5 But I will ever trust Thee, Lord;
My joy is in Thy saving Word:
Thy tender mercies will I bless,
And sing of all Thy righteousness.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9582