Psalm XLIII Long Metre. Complaint and hope

God of our strength, to thee we cry, O let us not forgotten lie; Oppress'd with sorrows and with care, To thy protection we repair.

O let thy light attend our way, Thy truth afford its steady ray; To Zion's hill direct our feet, To worship at thy sacred seat.

Thy praise, O God, shall tune the lyre, Thy love our joyful song inspire; To thee, our cordial thanks be paid, Our sure defence, our constant aid.

Why then dejected and distrest'd? And whence the grief that fills our breast In God we'll hope, and to him raise, A monument of endless praise.