O Lord, when thou dost me rebuke

Verse 1

O Lord, when thou dost me rebuke. Let not thine anger rise; Nor thy displeasure fury grow. When thou dost me chastise.

Verse 2

Have mercy upon me, O Lord, Weakness my strength restrains; O Lord, my health, and ease restore; My bones are racked with pains.

Verse 3

My griefs, so many, and so great. They e'en distract my mind ; But, Lord how long shall I endure, E'er I relief shall find.

Verse 4

In pity, now, O Lord return, Raise my dejected soul; And for thy tender mercy's sake, O save, and make me whole.

Verse 5

If I to death's dark vault descend, There none record thy name; For who can in the silent grave, With thanks, thy praise proclaim?

Verse 6

Weary, and faint with groans, I make The bed on which I lay. Each night, to swim with flowing rears; And bathe my couch by day.

Verse 7

Continual grief has quite consumed The vigor of mine eyes; They're waxed dim, and old, because Of all mine enemies.

Verse 8

But now, vile men depart from me. Nor in vain plots rejoice; Because the Lord will sure regard. My tears, and mournful voice.

Verse 9

God, who of old heard my request, My present suit will hear; The Lord will graciously receive, And answer, all my prayer.

Verse 10

Then shall my foes be clothed with shame, With sore vexation fraught; Yea, blush, and rage, to see their schemes, To sudden ruin brought.