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.