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In anger, Lord, do not chastise

Author: Joel Barlow; Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns Adapted to Social, Private and Public Worship in the Presbyterian Church in the U.S.A. #d376 (1843)

In anger, Lord, do not chastise

Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns & Psalms #379 (1808) Languages: English

In anger, Lord, do not chastise

Author: Joel Barlow; Isaac Watts, 1674-1748 Hymnal: Church Melodies, a Collection of Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs #d490 (1833) Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #VIa (1785) First Line: In Anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In Anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or, Diseases healed

Hymnal: Psalms #6a (1793) First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans; And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.) #13a (1786) First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Topics: Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness; Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #13a (1790) First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief. 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Topics: Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness; Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or Diseases healed

Hymnal: Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America #15a (1791) First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm, Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days: I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And 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. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David, corrected and enlarged, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (2nd ed.) #16 (1786) First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Topics: Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness; Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Complaint in Sickness; or, diseases healed

Hymnal: Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #16 (1787) First Line: In Anger, Lord, do not chastise Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise. Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd, My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, And count the minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, He pities all our groans, And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sovereign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Topics: Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness; Complaint of sickness; Devotion on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations in sickness Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English