Help, Lord; for the godly man ceaseth; for the faithful fail from among the children of men. They speak vanity every one with his neighbor: with flattering lips and with a double heart do they speak. Psalm 12:1–2
Words: Benjamin H. Kennedy, Hymnologia Christiana (London: Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts & Green, 1863), number 3.
Music: Llef Griffith H. Jones, in Gamau Mawl, by David Jenkins, 1890 (🔊 pdf nwc).
How long forgotten, Lord, by Thee,
Forbidden still Thy face to see,
Shall I, by daily grief distressed,
Take counsel with my doubtful breast?
How long amidst triumphant foes,
Who mock my agonizing woes,
To Heaven’s high throne must I complain
And seek the Lord my God in vain?
Consider, Lord, and hear my cries,
Pour light upon my troubled eyes,
Lest, yielding up my weary breath,
I sleep the dreamless sleep of death.
Lest o’er my fall the foe rejoice,
And cry with loud exulting voice:
Lo where he lies, a trampled clod,
Who vainly trusted in his God.
But I will ever trust Thee, Lord;
My joy is in Thy saving Word:
Thy tender mercies will I bless,
And sing of all Thy righteousness.