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In Thy Great Indignation, Lord

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 7 hymnals First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord, Do Thou rebuke me not; Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand, In Thy displeasure hot. 2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick, Thy hand doth press me sore; And in my flesh there is no health, Nor soundness any more. 3 This grief I have because Thy wrath Is forth against me gone; And in my bones there is no rest, For sin that I have done. 4 Because gone up above my head My great transgressions be; And, as a weighty burden, they Too heavy are for me. 5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt; My folly makes it so. I troubled am, and much bowed down; All day I mourning go. 6 For a disease which loathsome is So fills my loins with pain, That in my weak and weary flesh No soundness doth remain. 7 So feeble and infirm am I, And broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar. 8 O Lord, all that I do desire Is still before Thy eye; And of my heart the secret groans Not hidden are from Thee. 9 My heart doth pant incessantly, My strength doth quite decay; As for my eyes, their wonted light Is from me gone away. 10 My lovers and my friends do stand At distance from my sore; And they do stand aloof who were Kinsmen and kind before. 11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares; And they who would me wrong Have spoken mischief, and deceits Imagined all day long. 12 But as one deaf, I did not hear, I suffered all to pass; And as a dumb man I became, Whose mouth not opened was. 13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth Are no reproofs at all: For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God Will hear me when I call. 14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they Rejoice o’er me with pride; And o’er me magnify themselves, Because my foot doth slide." 15 For I am near to halt, my grief Is still before my eye; I will declare my sin, and grieve For my iniquity. 16 But yet my foes are full of life, My enemies are strong; And they are greatly multiplied Who hate and would me wrong. 17 And they for good who render ill, As en’mies me withstood; They are my bitter foes because I follow what is good. 18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, Far from me never be. O Lord, Thou my salvation art, In haste give help to me. Used With Tune: WINDSOR Text Sources: The Psalms of David, in Metre (New York: H. Connelly, 1849)

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WINDSOR (DUNDEE)

Meter: 8.6.8.6 Appears in 127 hymnals Composer and/or Arranger: David Evans, 1874-1948 Tune Sources: Damon's Psalter, 1591 Tune Key: g minor Incipit: 11232 11735 43233 Used With Text: In thy great indignation, Lord

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In Thy Great Indignation, Lord

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13682 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord, Do Thou rebuke me not; Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand, In Thy displeasure hot. 2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick, Thy hand doth press me sore; And in my flesh there is no health, Nor soundness any more. 3 This grief I have because Thy wrath Is forth against me gone; And in my bones there is no rest, For sin that I have done. 4 Because gone up above my head My great transgressions be; And, as a weighty burden, they Too heavy are for me. 5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt; My folly makes it so. I troubled am, and much bowed down; All day I mourning go. 6 For a disease which loathsome is So fills my loins with pain, That in my weak and weary flesh No soundness doth remain. 7 So feeble and infirm am I, And broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar. 8 O Lord, all that I do desire Is still before Thy eye; And of my heart the secret groans Not hidden are from Thee. 9 My heart doth pant incessantly, My strength doth quite decay; As for my eyes, their wonted light Is from me gone away. 10 My lovers and my friends do stand At distance from my sore; And they do stand aloof who were Kinsmen and kind before. 11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares; And they who would me wrong Have spoken mischief, and deceits Imagined all day long. 12 But as one deaf, I did not hear, I suffered all to pass; And as a dumb man I became, Whose mouth not opened was. 13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth Are no reproofs at all: For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God Will hear me when I call. 14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they Rejoice o’er me with pride; And o’er me magnify themselves, Because my foot doth slide." 15 For I am near to halt, my grief Is still before my eye; I will declare my sin, and grieve For my iniquity. 16 But yet my foes are full of life, My enemies are strong; And they are greatly multiplied Who hate and would me wrong. 17 And they for good who render ill, As en’mies me withstood; They are my bitter foes because I follow what is good. 18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, Far from me never be. O Lord, Thou my salvation art, In haste give help to me. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR

In thy great indignation, Lord

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P6c (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In thy great indignation, Lord, do thou rebuke me not; nor on me lay thy chastening hand in thy displeasure hot. 2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak; have mercy upon me: and heal thou me, O Lord, because my bones much vexed be. 3 My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free, save for thy mercy's sake. 5 Because of thee in death there shall no more remembrance be: of those that in the grave do lie, who shall give thanks to thee? 6 I with my groaning weary am; all night till morn appears, through grief I make my bed to swim, my couch to flow with tears. 7 By reason of my vexing grief mine eye consumed is; it waxeth old, because of all that are mine enemies. 8 But now, depart from me all ye that work iniquity: because the Lord hath heard my voice when I did mourn and cry. 9 Unto my supplication's voice the Lord hath lent his ear; when to the Lord my prayer I make, he graciously will hear. 10 Let all be troubled and asham'd, that enemies are to me; let them turn back, and suddenly ashamed let them be. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR (DUNDEE)

In thy great indignation, Lord

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P38 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In thy great indignation, Lord, do thou rebuke me not; nor on me lay thy chastening hand, in thy displeasure hot. 2 For in me fast thine arrows stick, thine hand doth press me sore: 3 and in my flesh there is no health, nor soundness any more. This grief I have, because thy wrath is forth against me gone; and in my bones there is no rest, for sin that I have done. 4 Because gone o'er my head my sins and my transgressions be; and, as a weighty burden, they too heavy are for me. 5 My wounds corrupt and noisome are; my folly makes it so. 6 I troubled am, and much bowed down; all day I mourning go. 7 For a disease that loathsome is so fills my loins with pain, that in my weak and weary flesh no soundness doth remain. 8 So very feeble and infirm, and sorely crushed am I, that, through disquiet of my heart, I make loud moan and cry. 9 O Lord, before thine eyes is all that is desired by me: and of my heart the secret groans not hidden are from thee. 10 My heart doth pant incessantly, my strength doth quite decay; as for mine eyes, their wonted light is from me gone away. 11 My lovers and my friends do stand far distance from my sore; and those do stand aloof who were kinsmen and kind before. 12 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares; who seek to do me wrong speak mischief, and deceitful things imagine all day long. 13 But, as one deaf that heareth not, I suffered all to pass; I as a dumb man did become, whose mouth not opened was: 14 As one that hears not, in whose mouth are no reproofs at all. 15 For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God, thou'lt hear me when I call. 16 For I said, Hear me, lest they should rejoice o’er me with pride; and o’er me magnify themselves, what time my foot doth slide. 17 Because I ready am to halt, my grief I ever see: 18 for I'll declare my sin, and grieve for mine iniquity. 19 But yet my foes are full of life, and strong are they beside; and they that hate me wrongfully are greatly multiplied. 20 And they for good that render ill as enemies me withstood; yea, even for this, because that I do follow what is good. 21 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, far from me never be. 22 O Lord, thou my salvation art, haste to give help to me. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR (DUNDEE)

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David Evans

1874 - 1948 Person Name: David Evans, 1874-1948 Harmonizer of "WINDSOR (DUNDEE)" in The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook David Evans (b. Resolven, Glamorganshire, Wales, 1874; d. Rosllannerchrugog, Denbighshire, Wales, 1948) was an important leader in Welsh church music. Educated at Arnold College, Swansea, and at University College, Cardiff, he received a doctorate in music from Oxford University. His longest professional post was as professor of music at University College in Cardiff (1903-1939), where he organized a large music department. He was also a well-known and respected judge at Welsh hymn-singing festivals and a composer of many orchestral and choral works, anthems, service music, and hymn tunes. Bert Polman

Christopher Tye

1497 - 1572 Composer of "WINDSOR" in The Cyber Hymnal Tye, Christopher, MUS. D., born at Westminster in the reign of Henry VIII. He was celebrated as a musician, and was granted the degree of MUS. D. at Cambridge in 1545. He was musical tutor to King Edward VI., and organist of the Chapel Royal under Queen Elizabeth. Besides composing numerous anthems, he rendered the first fourteen chapters of the Acts of the Apostles into metre, which were set to music by him and sung in Edward 6th's Chapel, and published in 1553. He died circa 1580. -- John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)