Lord, I can suf-fer Thy re-bukes,
When Thou with kind-ness dost chas-tise;
But Thy fierce wrath I can-not bear,
O let it not a-gainst me rise!
Pi-ty my lan-guish-ing es-tate,
And ease the sor-rows that I feel;
The wounds Thy hea-vy hand hath made,
O let Thy gen-tler touch-es heal!
See how I pass my wea-ry days
In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night,
My bed is wa-tered with my tears;
My grief con-sumes, and dims my sight.
Look how the powers of na-ture mourn!
How long, Al-might-y God, how long?
When shall Thine hour of grace re-turn?
When shall I make Thy grace my song?
I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are temp-ted to des-pair;
But graves can nev-er praise the Lord,
For all is dust and si-lence there.
De-part, ye temp-ters, from my soul,
And all des-pair-ing thoughts de-part;
My God, who hears my hum-ble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.
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