O LORD, I've daily called upon Thy name,
Spread forth my hands Thy gracious help to claim.
Wilt Thou Thy wonders make the dead to know?
And shall the dead arise Thy praise to show?
Shall Thy great love be in the grave extolled?
Or shall Thy truth be in destruction told?
In darkness who Thy wonders will confess,
Where mem'ries fade make known Thy righteousness?
But unto Thee, Jehovah, I have cried;
My prayer shall rise to Thee with monring-tide.
O LORD, why dost Thou cast my soul from Thee?
Why dost Thou hide Thy gracious face from me?
From youth I am distressed, about to die;
Thy terrors I have borne; distraught was I.
Thy burning anger over me has passed;
Thy terrors all have cut me off at last.
All like billows they around me surge;
Together closing in they me submerge.
Thou hast put far from me each lover, friend,
And my acquaintances in darkness end.
