O Lord! rebuke me not in wrath; thy anger who can bear?

Verse 1

O Lord, rebuke me not in wrath; Thy anger who can bear? ’Tis heaven to live beneath thy smiles; Thy frowns create despair.

Verse 2

I’m but a mass of filthiness; I own my wretched case; O heal my loathsome, stinking wounds, And magnify thy grace.

Verse 3

[Ah! must I die with this sad plague? What! is thy pity gone? Lord, look, and heal my broken bones; O look on God the Son!]

Verse 4

On thee I’ll wait; in thee I’ll trust; For thou art still my God; Crush not my soul beneath thy hand, O take away thy rod.

Verse 5

Lord, let not guilt thus plague my soul; I would be rid of sin. From head to foot I’m nought but wounds, But, ah! I’m worse within.

Verse 6

[Within, O what a hellish crew! Who knows what dwells within? How oft some darling lust creeps out, Some unsuspected sin!]

Verse 7

Lord Jesus, heal this malady, And set my broken bones; Let my petitions reach thy ears, Though only sighs and groans.

Verse 8

Base as I am, yet, blessed Lord, I dare to make this plea: As Jesus died to save the lost, Perhaps he died for me.