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ANOTHER. [PSALM VI]
[In Thine utmost indignation]
In Thine utmost indignation,
Do not, Lord, Thine own chastise;
In Thine infinite compassion,
Hear my feeble, dying cries!
Hear me, for my bones are vex'd;
O forgive, forgive my sin!
Sick I am, and sore perplex'd,
All a troubled sea within!
Do not, Lord, Thine own chastise;
In Thine infinite compassion,
Hear my feeble, dying cries!
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O forgive, forgive my sin!
Sick I am, and sore perplex'd,
All a troubled sea within!
Lord, how long shall Thy displeasure
Lengthen out my punishment?
O correct me, but in measure!
Let Thy yearning heart relent:
Sinner's Friend, and kind Receiver,
Cast my sins behind Thy back:
Turn me now, my soul deliver,
Save me, for Thy mercy's sake!
Lengthen out my punishment?
O correct me, but in measure!
Let Thy yearning heart relent:
Sinner's Friend, and kind Receiver,
Cast my sins behind Thy back:
Turn me now, my soul deliver,
Save me, for Thy mercy's sake!
O reverse the mortal sentence!
Let me live to sing Thy grace:
After death is no repentance;
Dead, I cannot speak Thy praise.
Spent I am with endless groaning,
Wash with tears my sleepless bed;
Weary of my fruitless moaning,
Send my gasping spirit aid!
Let me live to sing Thy grace:
After death is no repentance;
Dead, I cannot speak Thy praise.
Spent I am with endless groaning,
Wash with tears my sleepless bed;
Weary of my fruitless moaning,
Send my gasping spirit aid!
Shorn of all my strength, I languish;
See, I faint beneath my load!
Faint through deep distress and anguish,
Faint into the arms of God!
God, to me, in great compassion,
Doth a gracious token give;
I shall see His whole salvation,
I shall all His love retrieve.
See, I faint beneath my load!
Faint through deep distress and anguish,
Faint into the arms of God!
God, to me, in great compassion,
Doth a gracious token give;
I shall see His whole salvation,
I shall all His love retrieve.
Leave me, then, to Jesus leave me,
Ye that gloried in my fall!
Jesu's arms shall still receive me,
He hath heard my mournful call:
He hath answer'd my petition,
Show'd Himself the sinner's Friend,
Saved me in my lost condition,
He shall save me to the end.
Ye that gloried in my fall!
Jesu's arms shall still receive me,
He hath heard my mournful call:
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Show'd Himself the sinner's Friend,
Saved me in my lost condition,
He shall save me to the end.
By a world of foes surrounded,
By the hellish sons of night,
I shall see them all confounded,
Put to everlasting flight.
He who hath my sins forgiven,
All my sins to death shall doom,
Hence as by a whirlwind driven:—
Come, my utmost Saviour, come!
By the hellish sons of night,
I shall see them all confounded,
Put to everlasting flight.
He who hath my sins forgiven,
All my sins to death shall doom,
Hence as by a whirlwind driven:—
Come, my utmost Saviour, come!
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