I. O my God, avert the Storm
Of thine Indignation:
Spare a sinful feeble worm,
Tho' Abomination.
O my God,
Turn the Rod
From thy wretched Creature.
heal his sinful Nature.
II. Under thine afflicting Touch
Day and Night I languish;
Streaming Sorrows wash my Couch;
I'm pierc'd through with Anguish;
And am hoarse
Thro' the Course
Of a long Complaining,
All my Powers straining.
III. Sorrow darkens all my Days.
Night still hears me wailing,
And the Minutes, as they pass,
Oh, my Blame!
Oh, my Shame!
That I've been audacious
'Gainst a God so gracious.
IV. Lord, mine Eye's consum'd with Grief,
And my Heart with sighing:
Yet that thou wouldst grant Relief,
I cannot cease crying.
Lord! how long
Shall my Song
Dwell on Lamentation,
Void of Consolation.
V. Hear poor Dust and Ashes speak:
Favour my petition:
Save me for thy Mercy's Sake;
Save me from Perdition
Hear my Groans;
Heal my Bones,
Which (Oh! angry Token)
Thou, My God, hast broken.
VI. Lord, my fainting Spirit save
From the wrathful Sentence.
Save from Death; for in the Grave
There is no Repentance.
Hear my Moan
Thou alone
From my Sins canst free me,
And from Death redeem me.
VII. Fly, ye Tempters;
Heav'n is mov'd.
Mercy is descending.
God has all my Pray'r approv'd;
All my Griefs are ending.
Satan fly:
Mercy's nigh.
Him Thou'st long tormented
Now shall live contented.