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In thy great indignation

In thy great indignation, O Lord, rebuke me not

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1 In thy great indignation,
O Lord, rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay thy chast ‘ning hand,
in thy displeasure hot.

2 Lord, I am weak, therefore on me
have mercy, and me spare:
Heal me, O Lord, because thou know’st
my bones much vexed are.

3 My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord,
how long stay wilt thou make?
4 Return, Lord, free my soul; and save
me, for thy mercies’ sake.

5 Because of thee in death there shall
no more remembrance be:
Of those that in the grave do lie,
who shall give thanks to thee?

6 I with my groaning weary am,
and all the night my bed
I caused for to swim; with tears
my couch I watered.

7 By reason of my vexing grief,
mine eye consumed is;
It waxeth old, because of all
that be mine enemies.

8 But now, depart from me all ye
that work iniquity:
For why? the Lord hath heard my voice,
when I did mourn and cry.

9 Unto my supplication
the Lord did hearing give:
When I to him my prayer make,
the Lord will it receive.

10 Let all be sham’d and troubled sore,
That en’mies are to me;
Let them turn back, and suddenly
ashamed let them be.

Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases, 1781

Text Information

First Line: In thy great indignation, O Lord, rebuke me not
Title: In thy great indignation
Meter: 8.6.8.6
Language: English

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