Hear, gracious God, my humble moan,
To Thee I breathe my sighs;
When will the mournful night be gone?
When shall my joys arise?

Yet though my soul in darkness mourns,
Thy promise is my stay;
Here would I rest till light returns, –
Thy presence makes my day.

Come, Lord, and with celestial peace,
Relieve my aching heart;
Oh smile and bid my sorrows cease,
And all their gloom depart.

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