1 How long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My GOD, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heav’nly rays
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?
Thy word can all my foes controul,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the Prince of Darkness tries
All his malicious arts,
He spreads a mist around mine eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be thou my sun, be 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,
Should 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 sov'reign grace
Where all my hopes have hugn;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry shall be sung.