1 Thy chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain,
Though I deserve it all;
Nor let on me the heavy storm
Of Thy displeasure fall.
2 My sins, which to a deluge swell,
My sinking head o'er flow,
And, for my feeble strength to bear,
Too vast a burden grow.
3 But, Lord, before Thy searching eyes
All my desires apper;
The groanings of my burden'd soul
Have reach'd Thine open ear.
4 Forsake me not, O Lord, my God,
Nor far from me depart:
Make hast to my relief, O Thou
Who my salvation art.
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First Line: | Thy chastening wrath, O Lord, restrain |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |