1 How long wilt thou forget me,
O Lord, thou God of grace?
How long shall fears beset me,
while darkness hides thy face?
How long shall griefs distress me
and turn my day to night?
How long shall foes oppress me
and triumph in their might?
2 O Lord my God, behold me,
and hear my earnest cries;
lest sleep of death enfold me,
enlighten thou mine eyes;
lest now my foe insulting
should boast of his success,
and enemies exulting
rejoice in my distress.
3 But I with expectation
have on thy grace relied;
my heart in thy salvation
shall still with joy confide;
and I with voice of singing
will praise the Lord above,
who, richest bounties bringing,
has dealt with me in love.
