Psalm CXLIII. Long Metre. Complaint and Hope

Hear, O my God, with pity hear, My humble, supplicating moan; In mercy answer all my prayer, And make thy truth and goodness known.

O let thy mercy still be nigh; Should awful justice frown severe, Before the terror of thine eye, What trembling mortal can appear!

I call to mind the former days, Thine ancient works declare thy name Thy truth, thy goodness and thy grace; And these, O Lord, are still the same.

To thee, I lift my suppliant hands, To thee, my longing soul aspires; As cheering showers to thirsty lands, Thy grace can fill these strong desires.

Speak to my heart; the gloomy night Shall vanish, and bright morning break; In thee I trust, my guide, my light, Teach me the path my feet should take.

Teach me to do thy sacred will, Thou art my God, my hope, my stay; Let thy good spirit lead me still, And point the safe, the upright way.