Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#14

14. 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 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?
My eyes consum'd with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;
And 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: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 6

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