Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#205

205. A prayer of the afflicted

1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die:
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?

2 Like smoke my wasting days depart,
When it dissolves in air;
My strength is dry'd, my broken heart
Is sinking in despair.

3 My spirits flag, like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.

4 As on some lonely building’s top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.

5 My soul is like a wilderness,
Where beasts of midnight howl;
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.

6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord ’twas thy hand advanc'd me high
Thy hand hath cast me down.

9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life’s declining light
Grows faint, as ev'ning-shadows are,
That vanish into night.

10 But thou for ever art the same,
O my eternal God;
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.

11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th’ appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,
Redeems the pris'ners, doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face
• Title: A prayer of the afflicted
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 102:1-13
  ;
  Psalm 102:20-21
• Notes: First part

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