My God, con­sid­er my dis­tress,
Let mer­cy plead my cause;
Though I have sinned against Thy grace,
I can’t for­get Thy laws.

Forbid, for­bid the sharp re­proach
Which I so just­ly fear;
Uphold my life, up­hold my hopes,
Nor let my shame ap­pear.

Be Thou a sure­ty, Lord, for me,
Nor let the proud op­press;
But make Thy wait­ing ser­vant see
The shin­ings of Thy face.

My eyes with ex­pec­ta­tion fail,
My heart with­in me cries,
When will the Lord His truth ful­fill,
And make my com­forts rise?

Look down up­on my sor­rows, Lord,
And show Thy grace the same
As Thou art ev­er wont t’af­ford
To those that love Thy name.