In anger, Lord, rebuke me not
Withdraw the dreadful storm
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm
My soul's bowed down with heavy cares
My flesh with pain oppressed
My couch is witness to my tears
My tears forbid my rest
In anger, Lord, rebuke me not
Withdraw the dreadful storm
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm
Sorrow and pain wear out my days
I waste the night with cries
Counting the minutes as they pass
Till the slow morning rise
Shall I be still tormented more
Mine eye consumed with grief
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief
He hears when dust and ashes speak
He pities all our groans
He saves us for His mercy's sake
And heals our broken bones
The virtue of His sovereign Word
Restores our fainting breath
For silent graves praise not the Lord
Nor is He known in death
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In anger, Lord, rebuke me not
Withdraw the dreadful storm
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm
My soul's bowed down with heavy cares
My flesh with pain oppressed
My couch is witness to my tears
My tears forbid my rest
In anger, Lord, rebuke me not
Withdraw the dreadful storm
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm
Sorrow and pain wear out my days
I waste the night with cries
Counting the minutes as they pass
Till the slow morning rise
Shall I be still tormented more
Mine eye consumed with grief
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief
He hears when dust and ashes speak
He pities all our groans
He saves us for His mercy's sake
And heals our broken bones
The virtue of His sovereign Word
Restores our fainting breath
For silent graves praise not the Lord
Nor is He known in death
Withdraw the dreadful storm
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm
My soul's bowed down with heavy cares
My flesh with pain oppressed
My couch is witness to my tears
My tears forbid my rest
In anger, Lord, rebuke me not
Withdraw the dreadful storm
Nor let Thy fury grow so hot
Against a feeble worm
Sorrow and pain wear out my days
I waste the night with cries
Counting the minutes as they pass
Till the slow morning rise
Shall I be still tormented more
Mine eye consumed with grief
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief
He hears when dust and ashes speak
He pities all our groans
He saves us for His mercy's sake
And heals our broken bones
The virtue of His sovereign Word
Restores our fainting breath
For silent graves praise not the Lord
Nor is He known in death
Writer: Isaac Watts
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