Poems (Toke)/Psalm XIII

by Emma Toke

PSALM XIII.

OW long wilt Thou forget me, Lord?
 For ever?—oh, return!
How long wilt Thou Thy presence veil,
 And make my spirit mourn?

How long shall I, with daily cares
 And sorrowing thoughts oppressed,
Behold my sad and sinking soul
 By taunting foes distressed?

Consider, Lord; oh, hear my prayer,
 And light my gloomy path;
Lest I should sink o'erwhelmed, dismayed,
 And sleep the sleep of death.

But still my firmest trust hath been
 In Thy sure mercies, Lord;
And I shall yet rejoice to find
 Thy love my full reward.

Oh, then I'll sing and praise His Name,
 Who on my guilty head
His brightest beams of light and love
 With endless mercy shed.

E.