XXXVIII. Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or, Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health

1 Amidst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a father’s chast'ning prove
Like an avenging 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,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day
Beneath my father’s frown.

5 Lord I am weak and broken sore,
None of my pow'rs are whole:
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.

6 All my desire to thee are known;
Thine eye counts ev'ry tear,
And ev'ry sigh and ev'ry groan
Is notic'd 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 foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see't:
They raise their pleasure and their pride,
When they supplant my feet.

9 But I’ll confess my guilt to thee
And grieve for all my sin;
I’ll mourn how weak my graces be,
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.]

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First Line: Admidst thy wrath remember love
Title: Guilt of Conscience and Relief; or, Repentance and Prayer for Pardon and Health
Author: Isaac Watts
Meter: Common Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1780
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