13 (2)Psalm 13 Version 2CM
HOW long wilt Thou conceal Thy face?
   My God, how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays
    That chase my fears away?
2  See how the prince of darkness tries
    All his malicious arts:
He spreads a mist around my eyes,
    And throws his fiery darts.
3  How would the tempter boast aloud
    If I became his prey!
And how the sons of earth grow proud
    At Thy so long delay.
4  But hell shall fly at Thy rebuke,
    And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrors of Thy look,
    And hears Thy voice with dread.
5  Thou wilt display that sovereign grace
    Where all my hopes have hung:
I shall employ my heart in praise,
    And victory shall be sung.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748