How Long Wilt Thou Conceal Thy Face?

How long wilt Thou con­ceal Thy face?

My God

how long de­lay?

When shall I feel those heav’n­ly rays

That chase my fears away?

How long shall my poor la­bor­ing soul

Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes con­trol

And ease my rag­ing pain.

See how the prince of dark­ness tries

All his ma­li­cious arts;

He spreads a mist around my eyes

And throws his fie­ry darts.

Be Thou my sun

and Thou my shield

My soul in safe­ty keep;

Make haste

be­fore mine eyes are sealed

In death’s eter­nal sleep.

How would the tempt­er boast aloud

If I be­come his prey!

Behold

the sons of hell grow proud

At Thy so long de­lay.

But they shall fly at Thy re­buke

And Sa­tan hide his head;

He knows the ter­rors of Thy look

And hears Thy voice with dread.

Thou wilt dis­play Thy sov­er­eign grace

Where all my hopes have hung

I shall em­ploy my lips in praise

And vic­to­ry shall be sung.