1 In thy wrath and hot displeasure,
chasten not thy servant, Lord;
let thy mercy, without measure,
help and peace to me afford.
Heavy is my tribulation,
sore my punishment has been;
broken by thine indignation,
I am troubled by my sin.
2 With my burden of transgression
bumbled low I make confession,
for my folly now I mourn.
Weak and wounded, I implore thee;
Lord, to me thy mercy show;
all my pray'r is now before thee,
all my trouble thou dost know.
3 Darkness gathers, foes assail me,
but I answer not a word;
all my friends desert and fail me,
only thou my cry hast heard.
Lord, in thee am I confiding;
thou wilt answer when I call,
lest my foes, the good deriding,
triumph in thy servant's fall.
4 I am prone to halt and stumble,
grief and sorrow dwell within,
shame and guilt my spirit humble;
I am sorry for my sin.
Lord, my God, do not forsake me,
let me know that thou art near,
under thy protection take me,
as my Savior now appear.
|First Line:||In thy wrath and hot displeasure|
|Title:||In Thy Wrath and Hot Displeasure|
|Topic:||Trust in God; The Way of Salvation: Repentance; Adversaries(3 more...)|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912|
|Composer:||C. Hubert H. Parry (1897)|