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 in sighs I pass my days,
And waste in groans the weary 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 chear my heart.