O Lord! in mercy hear my cry,
My woe-worn limbs with health supply.
How long, my Saviour, wilt Thou leave me?
At thy rebuke my life will flee;
Wilt Thou the bread of tears still give me?
So be it! since it comes from Thee.
Oh! let me tranquil still remain,
Through seasons long of grief and pain.
Of what avail is lamentation?
Did God e’er fail a righteous man?