[ Featuring Scottish Festival Singers ]
Lord, do not in hot displeasure
Speak in stern reproof to me
Let Thy chast'ning be in measure
And Thy stroke from anger free
For Thy hand most sorely presses
Fast Thine arrows stick within
Wrath my weary flesh distresses
Gives my bones no rest for sin
For my manifold transgressions
Have gone up above my head
Like a burden their oppressions
Weigh me down with constant dread
Loathsome are my wounds neglected
My own folly makes it so
Bowed with pain, with grief dejected
All day long I mourning go
O my God, do not forsake me
O Jehovah, be Thou near
To my helper I betake me
As my Savior, Lord, appear
