My God, Consider My Distress

My God

con­sid­er my dis­tress

Let mer­cy plead my cause;

Though I have sinned against Thy grace

I can’t for­get Thy laws.

Forbid

for­bid the sharp re­proach

Which I so just­ly fear;

Uphold my life

up­hold my hopes

Nor let my shame ap­pear.

Be Thou a sure­ty

Lord

for me

Nor let the proud op­press;

But make Thy wait­ing serv­ant see

The shin­ings of Thy face.

My eyes with ex­pec­ta­tion fail

My heart with­in me cries

When will the Lord His truth ful­fill

And make my com­forts rise?

Look down up­on my sor­rows

Lord

And show Thy grace the same

As Thou art ev­er wont t’af­ford

To those that love Thy name.