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In Anger, Lord, Rebuke Me Not

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #2957 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. In anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let Thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. 2. My soul’s bowed down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppressed; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3. Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries, Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. 4. Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eye consumed with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? 5. He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans; He saves us for His mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6. The virtue of His sov’reign Word Restores our fainting breath; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is He known in death. Languages: English Tune Title: MANOAH

In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #P6a (1766) Lyrics: 1 In Anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful Storm; Nor let thy Fury grow so hot Against a feeble Worm. 2 My Soul's bow'd down with heavy Cares, My Flesh with Pain opprest: My Couch is Witness to my Tears, My tears forbid my Rest. 3 Sorrow and Pain wear out my Days; I waste the Night with Cries, Counting the Minutes as they pass, 'Till the slow Morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine Eye consum'd with Grief? How long, my GOD, how long, before Thine Hand affords Relief? 5 He hears when Dust and Ashes speak, He pities all our Groans, He saves us for his Mercy's Sake, And heals our broken Bones. 6 The Virtue of his sov'reign Word, Restores our fainting Breath: For silent Graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in Death. Topics: Diseases healed; Complaint in Sickness Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English

In anger, Lord, rebuke me not

Hymnal: Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David #14 (1790) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In anger, Lord, rebuke me not, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain opprest; My couch is witness to my tears, My tears forbid my rest. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries; Counting the minutes as they pass, Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief? How long, my God, how long before Thine hand afford relief? 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, He pities all our groans; And saves us for his mercy’s sake, And heals our broken bones. 6 The virtue of his sov'reign word Restores our fainting breath: For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English