Mine eyes do fail with looking long for thy salvation, The word of thy pure righteousness while I do wait upon.
More than they that for morning watch, my soul waits for the Lord; I say, more than they that do watch the morning light to see.
Haste, Lord, to hear, my spirit fails: hide not thy face from me; Lest like to them I do become that go down to the dust.
I weary with my crying am, my throat is also dry'd; Mine eyes do fail, while for my God I waiting do abide.
Let thy sweet mercies also come and visit me, O Lord; Ev'n thy benign salvation, according to thy word.