11 My eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord;
I love to plead his promis'd grace
And rest upon his word.

12 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand assist my feet
To 'scape the deadly snare?

13 When shall the sov'reign grace
Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from the dang'rous ways
My wand'ring feet have trod?

14 The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my woe;
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.

15 With ev'ry morning light
My sorrows now begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.

16 Behold the hosts of hell,
How cruel is their hate!
Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.

17 Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have plac'd my only trust
In my Redeemer’s name.

18 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Isra'l it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain.