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.