In Mercy, Not in Wrath, Rebuke

In mer­cy

not in wrath

re­buke

Thy fee­ble worm

my God!

My spir­it dreads Thine an­gry look

And trem­bles at Thy rod.

Have mer­cy

Lord

for I am weak

Regard my hea­vy groans;

O let Thy voice of com­fort speak

And heal my brok­en bones!

By day my busy beat­ing head

Is filled with anx­ious fears;

By night

up­on my rest­less bed

I weep a flood of tears.

Thus de­so­late I sit and mourn

Mine eyes grow dull with grief;

How long

my Lord

ere Thou re­turn

And bring my soul re­lief?

O come and show Thy pow­er to save

And spare my faint­ing breath;

For who can praise Thee in the grave

Or sing Thy name in death?

Hear Sa­tan

cru­el and en­vi­ous foe

Insult me in my pain;

He smiles to see me brought so low

And tells me hope is vain.

But hence

thou ene­my

de­part!

Nor tempt me to des­pair;

My Sav­ior comes to cheer my heart

The Lord has heard my pray­er.