A hymn by Benjamin Beddome (1717-1795)

Beddome reminds us that even when God hides his face, his covenant love for his people is sure.

The Lord will hear our sad complaints,
He loves and pities all his saints;
His mercy calms the troubled breast,
And soothes the weary soul to rest.

He for a time may hide his face,
While we are plunged in deep distress;
But still his covenant love is sure,
Nor will his anger long endure.

At length he brings the welcome day,
And chases all our clouds away;
A heaven on earth is then begun,
And glad, we hail the rising sun.