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Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #VI (1760) Hymnal Title: A New Version of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain, and spare a Wretch forlorn: Correct me not in thy fierce Wrath, too heavy to be borne. 2 Have Mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, unable to endure The Anguish of my aching Bones, which thou alone canst cure. 3 My tortur'd Flesh distracts my Mind, and fills my Soul with Grief: But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay to grant me thy Relief? 4 Thy wonted Goodness, Lord, repeat, and ease my troubled Soul: Lord, for thy wond'rous Mercies sake, vouchsafe to make me whole. 5 For after Death no more can I thy glorious Acts proclaim; No Pris'ner of the silent Grave can magnify thy Name. 6 Quite tir'd with Pain, with Groaning faint, no hope of Ease I see; The Night, that quiets common Griefs, is spent in Tears by me. 7 My Beauty fades, my Sight grows dim, my Eyes with Weakness close; Old Age o'ertakes me, while I think on my insulting Foes. 8 Depart, ye Wicked; in my Wrongs ye shall no more rejoice; For God, I find, accepts my Tears, and listens to my Voice. 9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble Pray'r; and they that wish my Fall, Shall blush and rage, to see that God protects me from them all. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: A New Version of the Psalms of David #9 (1754) Hymnal Title: A New Version of the Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Thy dreadful Anger, Lord, restrain, and spare a Wretch forlorn: Correct me not in thy fierce Wrath, too heavy to be borne. 2 Have Mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, unable to endure The Anguish of my aching Bones, which thou alone canst cure. 3 My tortur'd Flesh distracts my Mind, and fills my Soul with Grief: But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay to grant me thy Relief? 4 Thy wonted Goodness, Lord, repeat, and ease my troubled Soul: Lord, for thy wond'rous Mercies sake, vouchsafe to make me whole. 5 For after Death no more can I thy glorious Acts proclaim; No Pris'ner of the silent Grave can magnify thy Name. 6 Quite tir'd with Pain, with Groaning faint, no hope of Ease I see; The Night, that quiets common Griefs, is spent in Tears by me. 7 My Beauty fades, my Sight grows dim, my Eyes with Weakness close; Old Age o'ertakes me, whilst I think on my insulting Foes. 8 Depart, ye Wicked; in my Wrongs ye shall no more rejoice; for God, I find, accepts my Tears, and listens to my Voice. 9, 10 He hears, and grants my humble Pray'r, and they that wish my Fall, Shall blush and rage, to see that God protects me from them all. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Every Sunday ... Diocese of Quebec #d150 (1834) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns for Every Sunday ... Diocese of Quebec Languages: English

Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns #58a (1835) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Psalms and Hymns Languages: English

Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: A Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Anthems, for every Sunday and principal festival throughout the year. for the use of congregations in the dioceses Quebec and Toronto. #P6 (1842) Hymnal Title: A Selection of Psalms, Hymns and Anthems, for every Sunday and principal festival throughout the year. for the use of congregations in the dioceses Quebec and Toronto. Languages: English

Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #6 (1789) Hymnal Title: The Psalms of David Lyrics: 1 Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain, And spare a wretch forlorn; Correct me not in thy fierce wrath, Too heavy to be borne. 2 Have mercy, Lord; for I grow faint, Unable to endure The anguish of my aching bones, Which thou alone can'st cure. 3 My tortur'd flesh distracts my mind, And fills my soul with grief: But, Lord, how long wilt thou delay To grant me thy relief? 4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat, And ease my troubled soul: Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake, Vouchsafe to make me whole. 5 For after death no more can I On earth thy acts proclaim; No pris'ner of the silent grave Can magnify thy name. 6 Quite tir'd with pain, with groaning faint, No hope of ease I see; The night, that quiets common grief, Is spent in tears by me. 7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim, My eyes with weakness close; Old age o'ertakes me, whilst I think On my insulting foes. 8 Depart, ye wicked; in my wrongs Ye shall no more rejoice; For God, I find, accepts my tears, and listens to my voice. 9 He hears, and grants my humble pray'r; And they that wish my fall, Shall blush and rage, to see that God Protects me from them all. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English