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The Deliverer.

How long wilt Thou forget me,
My Lord? Forever?
How long shall woes beset me,
And spare me never?
Alas, Thy face is hidden,
O King immortal!
I stand and knock, forbidden
To pass Thy portal.
My soul is clothed in sadness;
I perish daily;
My foes are crowned with gladness,
And jeer me gaily.
Behold, my footsteps totter
Without foundation;
I walk like one on water,
Nor find salvation.
Consider now and hear me,
O Mighty! Cherish
My fainting life, and cheer me,
Lest I should perish.
O gracious one, my Savior,
I will not quiver,
Nor swerve, nor change behavior,
But serve Thee ever.