O Lord, how long will You forget and hide Your face from me?
How long must my heart agonize and sorrow daily see?
How long will enemies afflict? Consider, hear my plea
Help me to see real hope, O Lord, lest I should cease to be.

If You don’t rescue they will say, “We won!” and shout with glee
When I am shaken they rejoice and victory foresee
But I have trusted in Your love, my heart You have set free
I sing because, O Lord, with me You have dealt bountifully.

© 2014 J Dan Small