S.M. Psalm cxliii. 1 HEAR thou my prayer, O Lord, And listen to my cry: Remember now thy faithful word, And graciously reply. Do not in judgment rise Thy servant's life to scan; For righteous in thy spotless eyes Is found no living man.
2 I stretch my longing hands Towards thy holy place, With soul athirst, like weary lands, For thy refreshing grace. Haste thee, O Lord, I pray, My failing heart to save! Hide not thy face: I droop as they That sink into the grave.
3 Thy mercy's early light My faith desires to see; O let me walk before thy sight! I lift my soul to thee. Let thy good Spirit lead My feet in righteous ways: And for thy name's sake, Lord, my head Above my troubles raise.