|13 (1)||Psalm 13 Version 1||CM|
|O LORD, at times my heart is cold,
No blessing can I see;
No warmth of Thy protecting love,
No comfort shines on me.
|2||How long wilt Thou conceal Thy face,
And must I distant stand,
With deep’ning sadness, and with trials
And scorn at every hand?
|3||O Lord my God, consider me,
I fear the soul’s dark sleep;
Grant me to taste Thy power and love,
And living feelings keep.
|4||Help me my pilgrimage review,
And praise Thee for the past;
Reflect on all Thy love to me,
That I may feel at last.
|5||So may I sing, whate’er I feel,
For all Thou art to me;
Thy bounteous dealings, O so kind!
Shall shame my gloom away.
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