How Long, O Lord, Shall I Complain?

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?

Shall I for ev­er be for­got

As one whom Thou re­gard­est not?

Still shall my soul Thine ab­sence mourn

And still des­pair of Thy re­turn?

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?

Hear

Lord

and grant me quick re­lief

Before my death con­clude my grief:

If Thou with­hold Thy heav’n­ly light

I sleep in ev­er­last­ing night.

How will the pow­ers of dark­ness boast

If but one pray­ing soul be lost?

But I have trust­ed in Thy grace

And shall again be­hold Thy face.

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.