The Look of Faith

1 Ever are my longing eyes
Toward the Lord,
Whose watchful care,
When my foes their plots devise,
Keeps my feet from every snare.

2 Turn to me, Thy grace impart,
I am desolate indeed;
Great the troubles of my heart;
Save Thou me, O Lord, I plead.

3 Look on my afflicted state,
Freely all my sins forgive,
Mark my foes, their cruel hate,
Keep my soul and let me live.

4 Shame me not, I hide in Thee;
Truth and right preserve me still;
Let, O God,Thy people be
Now redeemed from every ill.

The Psalter: with responsive readings, 1912