Author : Isaac Watts Tune ::Manoah
1- In anger, Lord, do not chastise,
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.
2- My soul bow’d down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress’d;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.
3- Sorrow and grief wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count 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 his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans;
And saves us for his mercy’s sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6- The virtue of his sovereign word,
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.
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