HEAR me, O Lord, nor hide Thy face,

My days, like smoke, are wasted, vain, Dispersing in the air; My strength is dried, my heart in pain, And sinking in despair.

I am deprived of former joy, And conscious of Thy frown; Thy hand advanced me once so high, But now has cast me down.

But Thou for ever art the same, O my eternal God! In days to come I’ll love Thy name And speak Thy works abroad.

Thou wilt arise and show Thy face, Nor will my Lord delay Beyond the appointed hour of grace, That set and certain day.