1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face? My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control, And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the prince of darkness tries All his malicious arts, He spreads a mist around my eyes, And throws his fiery darts.
4 Be thou my sun and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud If I become his prey! Behold the sons of hell grow proud At thy so long delay.
6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, And Satan hide his head; He knows the terrors of thy look And hears thy voice with dread.
7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace, Where all my hopes have hung; I shall employ my lips in praise, And victory shall be sung.