My Soul for Thy Salvation Faints

My soul for Thy sal­va­tion faints

But still I hope in Thee;

I long to see Thy pro­mised help

When Thou shalt comfort me.

Thy sta­tutes I do not for­get

Though wast­ing grief I know;

Thy serv­ant’s days are few

O Lord:

When wilt Thou judge my foe?

The proud

dis­dain­ful of Thy law

Entrap me wrong­ful­ly;

O Thou

whose law is just and true

Help and de­liv­er me.

Almost con­sumed

yet from Thy law

I have not turned away;

In lov­ing­kind­ness give me strength

That I may still ob­ey.