1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,
When thou with kindness dost 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 powers 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.
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First Line: | LOTD, I can suffer thy rebukes |
Title: | Temptations in Sickness overcome |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1780 |
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