1 Lord, I can suffer Thy rebukes
When Thou dost kindly me chastise,
But Thy fierce wrath I cannot bear:
O let not that against me rise.
2 Pity my languishing estate
And those perplexities I feel;
While crushèd by Thy heavy hand,
O let Thy gentler touches heal.
3 Lord, for Thy goodness’ sake return
And save my life, for in the grave
None can remember Thee, nor Thou
Thankful acknowledgements can have.
4 See how I pass my weary days
In sighs and groans, and when ‘tis night,
I drown my bed and self in tears;
My grief consumes and dims my sight.
5 Depart, ye wicked foes, your hopes
Are dashed, for this my mournful voice
Will bring God nearer to my aid,
When you come flocking to rejoice.
6 The Lord hath heard my pray’r, and those
That gaped upon me as their prey
Will vex themselves at their defeat
And their confusion turn away.