Complaint Under the Temptation of the Devil

Verse 1

How long wilt thou conceal Thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav’nly rays That chase my fears away?

Verse 2

How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control And ease my raging pain.

Verse 3

See how the Prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts; He spreads a mist around mine eyes, And throws his fiery darts.

Verse 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.

Verse 5

How would the tempter boast aloud, Should I become his prey! Behold, the sons of hell grow proud To see thy long delay.

Verse 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.

Verse 7

Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace Whence all my comforts spring: I shall employ my lips in praise, And thy salvation sing.