The Psalms of David ‎#P6a

P6a. In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not

1 In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not,
Withdraw the dreadful Storm;
Nor let thy Fury grow so hot
Against a feeble Worm.

2 My Soul's bow'd down with heavy Cares,
My Flesh with Pain opprest:
My Couch is Witness to my Tears,
My tears forbid my Rest.

3 Sorrow and Pain wear out my Days;
I waste the Night with Cries,
Counting the Minutes as they pass,
'Till the slow Morning rise.

4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine Eye consum'd with Grief?
How long, my GOD, how long, before
Thine Hand affords Relief?

5 He hears when Dust and Ashes speak,
He pities all our Groans,
He saves us for his Mercy's Sake,
And heals our broken Bones.

6 The Virtue of his sov'reign Word,
Restores our fainting Breath:
For silent Graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in Death.

Text Information

• First Line: In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1766
• Scripture:
  Psalm 6
• Topic: Diseases healed; Complaint in Sickness

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