1. O Lord, when thou do'st me rebuke.
Let not thine Anger rise;
Nor thy Displeasure Fury grow.
When thou do'st me chastise.
2. Have Mercy upon me, O Lord,
Weakness my Strength restrains;
O Lord, my Health, and Ease restore;
My Bones are rack'd with Pains.

3. My Griefs, so many, and so great.
They e'en distract my Mind ;
But, Lord how long shall I endure,
E'er I Relief shall find.
4. In Pity, now, O Lord return,
Raise my dejected Soul;
And for thy tender Mercy's Sake,
O save, and make me whole.

5. If I to Death's dark Vault descend,
There none record thy Name;
For who can in the silent Grave,
With Thanks, thy Praise proclaim?
6. Weary, and faint with Groans, I make
The Bed on which I lay.
Each Night, to swim with flowing Tears;
And bathe my Couch by Day.

7. Continual Grief has quite consum'd
The Vigour of mine Eyes;
They're waxed dim, and old, because
Of all mine Enemies.
8. But now, vile Men depart from me.
Nor in vain Plots rejoice;
Because the Lord will sure regard.
My Tears, and mournful Voice.

9. God, who of old heard my Request,
My present Suit will hear;
The Lord will graciously receive,
And answer, all my Prayer.
10. Then shall my Foes be cloath'd with Shame,
With sore Vexation fraught;
Yea, blush, and rage, to see their Schemes,
To sudden Ruin brought.