My Soul Does For Salvation Long

1 My soul does for salvation long,
Built on Thy truth its hope is strong;
Yea, mine eye fails for Thy Word,
How long shall comfort be deferr'd.

2 I heed Thy Word and bear Thy yoke,
Though parch'd like wine-skins in the smoke;
When will You, LORD my foes repay,
Nor to fulfil their doom delay?

3 The proud for me their pits have made,
And thus Thy precepts disobey'd;
Help me, pursued by wrongful might;
All Thy commandments, Lord, are right.

4 An end of me they almost made,
But from Thy ways I never stray'd;
With mercy quicken me, O LORD,
So will I hear and keep Thy word.

Source: Psalms of Grace #119:81-88a