Hope in Darkness. Ps. 13; Job 13. 24
I. Watts L.M.
1
How long, O Lord, shall I complain
Like one that seeks his God in vain?
Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray and be denied?
2
Shall I for ever be forgot,
As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thy absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?
3
How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low?
4
How would the powers of darkness boast
Should but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
5
Whate’er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
