Thy chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain

Verse 1

Thy chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain, Though I deserve it all; Nor let on me the heavy storm Of Thy displeasure fall.

Verse 2

My sins, which to a deluge swell, My sinking head o'er flow, And, for my feeble strength to bear, Too vast a burden grow.

Verse 3

But, Lord, before Thy searching eyes All my desires apper; The groanings of my burden'd soul Have reach'd Thine open ear.

Verse 4

Forsake me not, O Lord, my God, Nor far from me depart: Make hast to my relief, O Thou Who my salvation art.