Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#15a

15a. Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes

1 Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes,
When thou with kindness doth chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
O let it not against me rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel;
The wounds thine heavy hand hath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal.

3 See how I pass my weary days
In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night
My bed is water'd with my tears;
My grief consumes and dims my sight.

4 Look how the pow'rs of nature mourn!
How long, Almighty God, how long?
When shall thine hour of grace return?
When shall I make thy grace my song?

5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are tempted to despair:
But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.

6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,
And all despairing thoughts depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, I can suffer thy rebukes
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 6
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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