Complaint in Sickness; or Diseases healed

Verse 1

In anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise Against a feeble worm.

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 4

Shall I be still tormented more? My eyes consum'd with grief: How long, my God, how long, before Thine hand afford relief?

Verse 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.

Verse 6

The virtue of his sovereign word, Restores our fainting breath; For silent graves praise not the Lord, Nor is he known in death.