Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13682 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord,
Do Thou rebuke me not;
Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand,
In Thy displeasure hot.
2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick,
Thy hand doth press me sore;
And in my flesh there is no health,
Nor soundness any more.
3 This grief I have because Thy wrath
Is forth against me gone;
And in my bones there is no rest,
For sin that I have done.
4 Because gone up above my head
My great transgressions be;
And, as a weighty burden, they
Too heavy are for me.
5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt;
My folly makes it so.
I troubled am, and much bowed down;
All day I mourning go.
6 For a disease which loathsome is
So fills my loins with pain,
That in my weak and weary flesh
No soundness doth remain.
7 So feeble and infirm am I,
And broken am so sore,
That, through disquiet of my heart,
I have been made to roar.
8 O Lord, all that I do desire
Is still before Thy eye;
And of my heart the secret groans
Not hidden are from Thee.
9 My heart doth pant incessantly,
My strength doth quite decay;
As for my eyes, their wonted light
Is from me gone away.
10 My lovers and my friends do stand
At distance from my sore;
And they do stand aloof who were
Kinsmen and kind before.
11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares;
And they who would me wrong
Have spoken mischief, and deceits
Imagined all day long.
12 But as one deaf, I did not hear,
I suffered all to pass;
And as a dumb man I became,
Whose mouth not opened was.
13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth
Are no reproofs at all:
For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God
Will hear me when I call.
14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they
Rejoice o’er me with pride;
And o’er me magnify themselves,
Because my foot doth slide."
15 For I am near to halt, my grief
Is still before my eye;
I will declare my sin, and grieve
For my iniquity.
16 But yet my foes are full of life,
My enemies are strong;
And they are greatly multiplied
Who hate and would me wrong.
17 And they for good who render ill,
As en’mies me withstood;
They are my bitter foes because
I follow what is good.
18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God,
Far from me never be.
O Lord, Thou my salvation art,
In haste give help to me. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR
In Thy Great Indignation, Lord
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