In Thy wrath and hot dis-plea-sure,
Chas-ten not Thy ser-vant, Lord;
Let Thy mer-cy, with-out mea-sure,
Help and peace to me af-ford.
Heav-y is my trib-u-la-tion,
Sore my pun-ish-ment has been;
Bro-ken by Thine in-dig-na-tion,
I am trou-bled by my sin.
With my bur-den of trans-gres-sion
Heav-y lad-en, o-ver-borne,
Hum-bled low I make con-fes-sion,
For my fol-ly now I mourn.
Weak and wound-ed, I im-plore Thee;
Lord, to me Thy mer-cy show;
All my prayer is now be-fore Thee,
All my trou-ble Thou dost know.
Dark-ness gath-ers, foes as-sail me,
But I an-swer not a word;
All my friends de-sert and fail me,
On-ly Thou my cry hast heard.
Lord, in Thee am I con-fid-ing;
Thou wilt an-swer when I call,
Lest my foes, the good de-rid-ing,
Tri-umph in Thy ser-vant's fall.
I am prone to halt and stum-ble,
Grief and sor-row dwell with-in,
Shame and guilt my spir-it hum-ble;
I am sor-ry for my sin.
Lord, my God, do not for-sake me,
Let me know that Thou art near,
Un-der Thy pro-tec-tion take me,
As my Sav-ior now ap-pear.