Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#13a

13a. Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed

1 In anger, Lord, do not chastise,
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress'd,
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

3 Sorrow and grief wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
'Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still tormented more?
My eyes consum'd with grief:
How long, my GOD, how long, before
Thine hand afford relief.

5 He hears his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans,
And saves us for his mercy’s sake,
And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

Text Information

• First Line: In anger, Lord, do not chastise
• Title: Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed
• Meter: Common Metre
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 6
• Topic: Complaint: of sickness; Devotion: on a sick bed; Health, Sickness and Recovery; Recovery from Sickness; Satan subdued; Sickness healed; Temptations: in sickness

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