In Thy Wrath and Hot Displeasure

Verse 1

In your wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not your servant, Lord; Let your mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by your indignation, I am troubled by my sin.

Verse 2

With my burden of transgression, Heavy laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. Weak and wounded, I implore you; Lord, to me your mercy show; All my pray'r is now before you, All my trouble well you know.

Verse 3

Darkness gathers, foes assail me, But I answer not a word; All my friends desert and fail me, Only Thou my cry hast heard. Lord, in you am I confiding; You will answer when I call, Lest my foes, the good deriding, Triumph in your servant's fall.

Verse 4

I am prone to halt and stumble; Grief and sorrow dwell within; Shame and guilt my spirit humble, I am sorry for my sin. Lord, my God, do not forsake me, Let me know that you are near; Under your protection take me; As my Savior now appear.