Psalm 119 (Version 12, Part 12)

My God, consider my distress,

Let mercy plead my cause;

Tho' I have sinn'd 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 fulfil,

"And make my comforts rise?"

Look down upon my sorrows, Lord,

And shew thy grace the same

As thou art ever wont t' afford

To those that love thy Name.