By A Collection of Hymns

      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.