1 Amidst thy wrath remember love,
Restore thy servant, Lord;
Nor let a Father’s chast'ning prove
Like an avenger’s sword.
2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely prest;
Between the sorrow and the smart
My spirit finds no rest.
3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o’er my head are gone;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me t’atone.
4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
That sinks my comforts down;
And I go mourning all the day
Beneath my Father’s frown.
5 Lord, I am weaken'd and dismay'd,
None of my pow'rs are whole:
My wounds with piercing anguish bleed,
The anguish of my soul.
6 All my desire to thee are known,
Thine eye counts ev'ry tear,
And ev'ry sigh and every groan
Is noticed by thine ear.
7 Thou art my God, my only hope;
My God will hear my cry,
My God will bear my spirit up
When Satan bids me die.
[8 My foes rejoice whene'er I slide,
To see my virtue fail;
They raise their pleasure and their pride,
Whene'er their wiles prevail.
9 But I’ll confess my guilty ways,
And grieve for all my sin;
I’ll mourn how weak the seeds of grace,
And beg support divine.
10 My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;
O Lord of my salvation, haste,
Before thy servant die.]
Source: Church Hymn Book: consisting of newly composed hymns with the addition of hymns and psalms, from other authors, carefully adapted for the use of public worship, and many other occasions (1st ed.) #P.XXXVIII