Psalm XIII

Verse 1

How long wilt thou, O God of grace, Forget thy wonted love? How long conceal thy shining face, Nor bid the cloud remove?

Verse 2

How long shall my dejected soul, (Thus pond'ring o'er her woes,) In vain endeavor to controul The pow'r of inward foes?

Verse 3

Lord, hear my pray'r, and heal my woes, Arise with chearing light; Or soon these wretched eyes will close In everlasting night.

Verse 4

The pow'rs of darkness will rejoice To see my life decay, And triumph with insulting voice Around their trembling prey.

Verse 5

But, Lord, thy mercy hitherto Has been my only trust; Let mercy now my joys renew, And raise me from the dust.

Verse 6

Then shall my heart and tongue proclaim The bounties of my God, My songs with grateful rapture flame, And spread thy praise abroad.