Job 23: Heavy-laden and weary I faint

Heavy-laden and weary I faint,
And longer I cannot pursue;
Unavailing is all my complaint
Till the Saviour His countenance show.
But the God of unspeakable love,
Whom I cannot discover or see,
The cloud He Himself shall remove.
And His mercy shall bring Him to me.

Some angel tell me where to find
The Friend and Saviour of mankind.
The God who fills immensity,
Yet still conceals Himself from me!
O could I my Redeemer know
I never more would let Him go,
Would never from His presence move.
But lose myself in Him I love.

In vain for Him, my heart's Desire,
Of men or angels I inquire;
The heavenly Object of my care.
He only can Himself declare;
And if He hears a sinner groan,
Lamenting for the God unknown,
And if His answering bowels sound,
He must at last by me be found.

Thou hidden God, unsearchable,
Whose absence I this moment feel,
For whom I every moment grieve.
For whom alone I wish to live;
If with me linperceived Thou art.
Break in on this poor wretched heart,
And give me eyes of faith to see
IMy Lord, my God, reveal'd in me.