237 How Long, O Lord, Shall I Complain?

How long, O Lord, shall I complain,Like one that seeks his God in vain?How long my soul thine absence mourn,And still despair of thy return? How long shall my poor troubled breastBe with these anxious thoughts opprest?If thou withhold thy heavenly light,I sleep in everlasting night. Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,Thy mercy now shall end my grief;For I have trusted in thy grace,And shall again behold thy face.