O LORD, at times my heart is cold, No blessing can I see; No warmth of Thy protecting love, No comfort shines on me.
How long wilt Thou conceal Thy face, And must I distant stand, With deep’ning sadness, and with trials And scorn at every hand?
O Lord my God, consider me, I fear the soul’s dark sleep; Grant me to taste Thy power and love, And living feelings keep.
Help me my pilgrimage review, And praise Thee for the past; Reflect on all Thy love to me, That I may feel at last.
So may I sing, whate’er I feel, For all Thou art to me; Thy bounteous dealings, O so kind! Shall shame my gloom away.
Evangelical Psalter © The Wakeman Trust