Hymn CIII. Common Metre. Walking in Darkness and Trusting in God

Hear, gracious God, my humble moan, To thee I breathe my sighs; When will the tedious night be gone, And when the dawn arise?

My God! O could I make the claim, My father and my friend! And call thee mine, by every name, On which thy saints depend!

By every name of power and love, I would thy grace intreat; Nor should my humble hope remove, Nor leave thy sacred seat.

Yet though my soul in darkness mourns, Thy word is all my stay; Here will I rest till light returns, Thy presence makes my day.

Speak, Lord, and bid celestial peace Relieve my aching heart; Thy love can make my sorrow cease, And all the gloom depart.

Then shall my drooping spirit rise, And bless thy healing rays; And change these deep complaining sighs, To songs of sacred praise.