Classic Poem

PSALM XIII .

Usque quo, Domine?

1.

How long, O Lord, shall I forgotten be?
What, ever?
How long wilt Thou Thy hidden face from me
Dissever?

2.

How long shall I consult with carefull sprite
In anguish?
How long shall I with foes' triumphant might
Thus languish?

3.

Behold me, Lord, let to Thy hearing creep
My crying;
Nay, giue me eyes and light, least that I sleep
In dying:

4.

Least my foe bragg, that in my ruin hee
Prevailed,
And at my fall they joy that trouble me
Assailed.

5.

No, no! I trust on Thee, and joy in Thy
Great pity;
Still, therfore, of Thy mercies shall be my
Song's ditty.