In Anger, Lord Rebuke Me Not


In anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm.My soul’s bow’d down with heavy
cares,
My flesh with pain oppress’d;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consum’d with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?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.The virtue of His sov’reign Word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is He known in death.

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