1 In thy wrath and hot displeasure,
Chasten not thy servant, Lord;
Let thy mercy, without measure,
Help and peace to me afford.
Heavy is my tribulation,
Sore my punishment has been;
Broken by thine indignation,
I am troubled by my sin.
2 With my burden of transgression
Heavy laden, overborne,
Humbled low I make confession,
For my folly now I mourn.
Weak and wounded, I implore thee;
Lord, to me thy mercy show;
All my pray'r is now before thee,
All my trouble thou dost know.
3 Darkness gathers, foes assail me,
But I answer not a word;
All my friends desert and fail me,
Only thou my cry hast heard.
Lord, in thee am I confiding;
Thou wilt answer when I call,
Lest my foes, the good deriding,
Triumph in thy servant's fall.
4 I am prone to halt and stumble,
Grief and sorrow dwell within,
Shame and guilt my spirit humble;
I am sorry for my sin.
Lord, my God, do not forsake me,
Let me know that thou art near,
Under thy protection take me,
As my Saviour now appear.
|First Line:||In thy wrath and hot displeasure|
|Title:||In Thy Wrath and Hot Displeasure|
|Topic:||Trust in God; The Way of Salvation: Repentance; Adversaries3 more...|
|Source:||The Psalter, 1912|
|Composer:||C. Hubert H. Parry (1897)|