My God, behold me lying

My God, behold me lying
Before Thee in the dust;
Where are my hopes undying?
Where is my joyous trust?
Bright hours I spend gladhearted
Ere of Thy light bereft;
Ah, all hath now departed,
My pain alone is left.

I see the threatening danger,
And shrink in sore alarm,
As were I yet a stranger
To Thy protecting arm
As though the woes that grieve me
To Thee were all unknown;
Nor Thou wouldst then relieve me
When other aid is gone.

O Father, look upon me,
So tried within, without;
With pitying grace look on me,
Forgive my faithless doubt;
My heart for grief doth languish,
Thou seest it, my God!
O soothe my conscience' anguish,
Lift off my sorrows' load.

I know Thy thoughts are ever
Of peace and love towards me,
Thy purpose changes never,
Could I but build on Thee:
That Thou fulfillest surely
Thy promises, dear Lord,
Here I tall stand securely,
My life is in Thy Word.

Then let thy faith be stronger,
My soul, shake off thy fears;
Thou soon shalt weep no longer
Though bitter now thy tears;
Thy Saviour's love hath found thee,
He comes, He comes at last;
His light is breaking round thee,
The clouds and storms are past!

Source: Chorale Book for England, The #108