Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not

Verse 1

Lord, in thy wrath rebuke me not; Nor in thy hot rage chasten me.

Verse 2

Lord, pity me, for I am weak: Heal me, for my bones vexèd be.

Verse 3

My soul is also vexèd sore; But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make?

Verse 4

Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies' sake.

Verse 5

Because those that deceasèd are Of thee shall no remembrance have; And who is he that will to thee Give praises lying in the grave?

Verse 6

I with my groaning weary am, I also all the night my bed Have causèd for to swim; and I With tears my couch have waterèd.

Verse 7

Mine eye, consumed with grief, grows old, Because of all mine enemies.

Verse 8

Hence from me, wicked workers all; For God hath heard my weeping cries.

Verse 9

God hath my supplication heard, My prayer receivèd graciously.

Verse 10

Shamed and sore vexed be all my foes, Shamed and back turnèd suddenly.