Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? must I for ever mourn? How long wilt thou withdraw from me, Oh! never to return?
2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, and grief my heart oppress? How long my enemies insult, and I have no redress?
3 O hear! and to my longing eyes restore thy wonted light! And suddenly, or I shall sleep in everlasting night.
4 Restore me, lest they proudly boast, 'twas their own strength o'ercame, Permit not them that vex my soul to triumph in my shame.
5 Since I have always placed my trust beneath thy mercy's wing, Thy saving health will come, and then my heart with joy shall spring:
6 Then shall my song, with praise inspired, to thee, my God, ascend; Who to thy servant in distress such bounty didst extend.