In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke Thy feeble worm, my God! My spirit dreads thine angry look, And trembles at thy rod. | Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak, Regard my heavy groans; O let thy voice of comfort speak, And heal my broken bones! | By day my busy beating head Is filled with anxious fears; By night, upon my restless bed, I weep a flood of tears. | Thus I sit desolate and mourn, Mine eyes grow dull with grief; How long, my LORD, ere thou return, And bring my soul relief? | O come and show thy pow’r to save, And spare my fainting breath; For who can praise thee in the grave, Or sing thy name in death? | Satan, my cruel envious foe, Insults me in my pain; He smiles to see me brought so low, And tells me hope is vain, | But hence, thou enemy, depart! Nor tempt me to despair; My Savior comes to cheer my heart, The Lord has heard my prayer. | |