O God, give Thou ear to my plea,
And hide not Thy­self from my cry;
O hearken and answer Thou me,
As restless and weary I sigh.

O that I had wings like a dove,
For then I would fly far away
And seek for the rest that I love,
Where trouble no more could dismay.

Nay, soul, call on God all the day;
The Lord for thy help will appear;
At eve, morn, and noon humbly pray,
And He thy petition will hear.

Thy bur­den now cast on the Lord,
And He shall thy weakness sustain;
The righteous who trust in His Word
Unmoved shall for­ev­er remain.