For One in Doubt, Hymn 4

O Thou that dost in secret see,
Regard a dying sinner's prayer;
Out of the deep I cry to Thee,
Save, or I perish in despair.

Shorten the days of inbred sin,
Speak to my raging passions peace,
Allay this hurricane within,
Bid all my inward conflicts cease.

When shall the fiery trial end?
When shall I live, and sin no more?
Wilt Thou not, Lord, my soul defend,
Till all the tyranny is o'er?

Weeping to Thee I lift mine eyes,
Mine eyes which fail with looking up,
For Thee my heart laments and sighs,
Sick with desire, and lingering hope.

A daily death I die through fear
That I no more shall see my God,
No more the voice of mercy hear,
But faint, and perish in my blood.

O that I could but surely know
If I at last shall mercy find!
For what am I reserved below!
Tell me, Thou Saviour of mankind.

That hope is in my end declare;
And let me want Thy cheering grace,
For seventy years content I bear
The hidings of Thy blissful face.

Let others walk with Thee in light,
But bless me with one parting ray,
And ere I close mine eyes in night,
Give me to see Thy perfect day.