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 |
| Title: | Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed |
| Meter: | Common Metre |
| Publication Date: | 1740 |
| Scripture: | |
| Topic: | Complaint: of sickness; Deliverance: from Temptations; Devotions: on a sick Bed (5 more...) |
| Notes: | Public Domain. |