Be Pitiful, Oh God! The Night Is Long, My Soul Is Faint With Watching For The Light, And Still The Gloom And Doubt Of Seven-Fold Night Hangs Heavy On My Spirit: Thou Art Strong.-- Pity Me, Oh My God! I Stretch My Hands Through Darkness Up To Thee,-- The Stars Are Shrouded, And The Night Is Dumb; There Is No Earthly Help,--To Thee I Come In All My Helplessness And Misery,-- Pity Me, Oh My God! Be Pitiful, Oh God!--For I Am Weak, And All My Paths Are Rough, And Hedged About,-- Hold Thou My Hand Dear Lord, And Lead Me Out, And Bring Me To The City Which I Seek,-- Pity Me, Oh My God! By The Temptation Which Thou Didst Endure, And By Thy Fasting And Thy Midnight Prayer, Jesu! Let Me Not Utterly Despair; Oh! Hide Me In The Rock From Ill Secure,-- Pity Me, Oh My God! Mine Eyes Run Down With Tears That Do Not Cease; Oh! When Beyond The River Dark And Cold, Shall I The White Walls Of My Home Behold,-- The Shining Palaces--The Streets Of Gold,-- And Enter Through The Gates The City Of Peace,-- Pity Me, Oh My God!