Psalm 6

Words: Brady and  Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David


  1  Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,
        and spare a wretch forlorn;
     Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
        too heavy to be borne.  
  2  Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint,
        unable to endure,
     The anguish of my aching bones,
        which thou alone can cure.  
  3  My tortured flesh distracts my mind,
        and fills my soul with grief;
     But, Lord, how long will thou delay
        to grant me thy relief?  
  4  Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
        and ease my troubled soul;
     Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake
        vouchsafe to make me whole.  
  5  For after death no more can I
        thy glorious acts proclaim;
     No pris'ner of the silent grave
        can magnify thy name.  
  6  Quite tired with pain, with groaning faint,
        no hope of ease I see;
     The night, that quiets common griefs,
        is spent in tears by me.  
  7  My beauty fades, my sight grows dim,
        my eyes with weakness close;
     Old age o'ertakes me, while I think
        on my insulting foes.  
  8  Depart, you wicked, in my wrongs
        you shall no more rejoice;
     for god, I find, accepts my tears,
        and listens to my voice.  
9,10 He hears and grants my humble pray'r;
        and they that wish my fall,
     Shall blush and rage to see that God
        protects me from them all.  

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