1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes,
When thou with Kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce Wrath I cannot bear,
O let it not against me rise!
2 Pity my languishing Estate,
And ease the Sorrows that I feel,
The Wounds thine heavy Hand hath made,
O let thy gentler Touches heal!
3 See how I pass my weary Days
In Sighs and Groans; and when 'tis Night,
My Bed is water'd with my Tears;
My Grief consumes, and dims my Sight.
4 Look how the Powers of Nature mourn!
How long, Almighty GOD, how long?
When shall thine Hour of Grace return?
When shall I make thy Grace my Song?
5 I feel my Flesh so near the Grave,
My Thoughts are tempted to despair:
But Graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is Dust and Silence there.
6 Depart, ye Tempters, from my Soul;
And all despairing Thoughts depart;
My GOD, who hears my humble Moan,
Will ease my Flesh, and chear my Heart.
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First Line: | Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1766 |
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Topic: | Complaint: of sickness; Deliverance: from Temptations; Devotions: on a sick Bed(5 more...) |