P.XXXVIII. Admidst thy wrath remember love

1 Amidst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a Father’s chast'ning prove
Like an avenger’s sword.

2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely prest;
Between the sorrow and the smart
My spirit finds no rest.

3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o’er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me t’atone.

4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
That sinks my comforts down;
And I go mourning all the day
Beneath my Father’s frown.

5 Lord, I am weaken'd and dismay'd,
None of my pow'rs are whole:
My wounds with piercing anguish bleed,
The anguish of my soul.

6 All my desire to thee are known,
Thine eye counts ev'ry tear,
And ev'ry sigh and every groan
Is noticed by thine ear.

7 Thou art my God, my only hope;
My God will hear my cry,
My God will bear my spirit up
When Satan bids me die.

[8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide,
To see my virtue fail;
They raise their pleasure and their pride,
Whene'er their wiles prevail.

9 But I’ll confess my guilty ways,
And grieve for all my sin;
I’ll mourn how weak the seeds of grace,
And beg support divine.

10 My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation, haste,
Before thy servant die.]

Text Information
First Line: Admidst thy wrath remember love
Meter: C. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
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Topic: Guilt of Conscience and Relief
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