Lord, Rebuke Me Not

Verse 1

Lord, rebuke me not in anger; Chastened sore I waste away; Pity my distress and hear me; Lord, how long wilt Thou delay?

Verse 2

Come, O Lord, my soul deliver, In Thy loving-kindness save. Shall the dead Thy Name remember? Who shall praise Thee in the grave?

Verse 3

Pity, Lord, my sad condition; I am weary and distressed. Many adversaries vex me; Weeping, I can find no rest.

Verse 4

Now the foes that seek to harm me, Quickly put to shame, shall flee, For the Lord hath heard my weeping, And He will regard my plea.