How long wilt thou my troubled soul neglect

Verse 1

How long wilt thou my troubled soul neglect, Nor to my fervent pray'r have due respect? How long, my God, thy presence still conceal, While I unutterable anguish feel? How long thus bootless shall I yet complain, While sneer my cruel foes, and mock my pain?

Verse 2

O hear, while I thy strength'ning light implore; O hear, or soon thy servant is no more; Death soon on all my glories casts a shade, And soon shall I be number'd with the dead.

Verse 3

Then will my foes triumphant raise their voice, And with their wonted insolence rejoice.

Verse 4

But still I'll place my confidence in thee; My only joy, thy saving hand shall be;

Verse 5

By thy blest goodness rais'd, thy praise I'll sing, And hymn thy glorious name, eternal king.