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Psalm 6: Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not

Hymnal: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases #P6 (1800) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases First Line: Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not Lyrics: 1Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not; Nor in thy hot rage chasten me. 2Lord, pity me, for I am weak: Heal me, for my bones vexed be. 3My soul is also vexed sore; But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies’ sake. 5Because those that deceased are Of thee shall no remembrance have; And who is he that will to thee Give praises lying in the grave? 6I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have caused for to swim; and I With tears my couch have watered. 7Mine eye, consum’d with grief, grows old, Because of all mine enemies. 8Hence from me, wicked workers all; For God hath heard my weeping cries. 9God hath my supplication heard, My pray’r received graciously 10Sham’d and sore vex’d be all my foes, Sham’d and back turned suddenly. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English
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Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P6a (2004) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not; nor in thy hot rage chasten me. 2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak: heal me, for my bones vexed be. 3 My soul is also vexed sore; but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me for thy mercies’ sake. 5 Because those that deceased are of thee shall no remembrance have; and who is he that will to thee give praises lying in the grave? 6 I with my groaning weary am, and all the night till morn appears, through grief I make my bed to swim, and water all my couch with tears. 7 Mine eye, consumed with grief, grows old, because of all mine enemies. 8 Hence from me, evil-doers all; for God hath heard my weeping cries. 9 God hath my supplication heard; by him my prayer received shall be. 10 Shamed and sore vexed be all my foes, turned back and shamed suddenly. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English Tune Title: PLAYFORD
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Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P6b (2004) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Hymnal Title: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook Lyrics: 1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not; nor in thy hot rage chasten me. 2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak: heal me, for my bones vexed be. 3 My soul is also vexed sore; but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me for thy mercies’ sake. 5 Because those that deceased are of thee shall no remembrance have; and who is he that will to thee give praises lying in the grave? 6 I with my groaning weary am, and all the night till morn appears, through grief I make my bed to swim, and water all my couch with tears. 7 Mine eye, consumed with grief, grows old, because of all mine enemies. 8 Hence from me, evil-doers all; for God hath heard my weeping cries. 9 God hath my supplication heard; by him my prayer received shall be. 10 Shamed and sore vexed be all my foes, turned back and shamed suddenly. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English Tune Title: SOLDAU
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Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #3b (1865) Hymnal Title: The Psalms of David Tune Title: WINDHAM
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To the chief Musician on Neginoth upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David

Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament #PVIa (1742) Hymnal Title: The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New-Testament First Line: Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not Lyrics: 1 Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not, Nor in thy hot wrath chasten me, 2 Lord pity me, for I am weak; Lord heal me, for my bones vex'd be. 3 Also my soul is vexed sore: How long, Lord, wilt thou me forsake? 4 Return, O Lord, my soul release: O save me for thy mercies sake. 5 In death no mem'ry is of thee, And who shall praise thee in the grave? 6 I faint with groans: all night my bed Swims: I with tears my couch wash'd have. 7 Mine eye with grief is dim and old, Because of all mine enemies. 8 But now depart away from me, All ye that work iniquities: Because Jehovah now hath heard The voice of these my weeping tears; 9 The Lord hat heard my humble suit, Jehovah will receive my pray'rs. 10 Let all mine enemies be asham'd, And greatly troubled let them be: Yea, let them be returned back, And be ashamed suddenly. Languages: English

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