Amidst Thy Wrath Remember Love

Amidst Thy wrath re­mem­ber love

Restore Thy serv­ant

Lord;

Nor let a Fa­ther’s chast­en­ing prove

Like an av­eng­er’s sword.

Thine ar­rows stick with­in my heart

My flesh is sore­ly pressed;

Between the sor­row and the smart

My spir­it finds no rest.

My sins a hea­vy load ap­pear

And o’er my head are gone;

Too hea­vy they for me to bear

Too hard for me t’a­tone.

My thoughts are like a trou­bled sea

My head still bend­ing down;

And I go mourn­ing all the day

Beneath my Fa­ther’s frown.

Lord

I am weak and brok­en sore

None of my pow­ers are whole:

The in­ward ang­uish makes me roar

The ang­uish of my soul.

All my de­sire to Thee is known

Thine eye counts ev­ery tear;

And ev­ery sigh

and ev­ery groan

Is noticed by Thine ear.

Thou art my God

my on­ly hope;

My God will hear my cry;

My God will bear my spir­it up

When Sa­tan bids me die.

My foot is ev­er apt to slide

My foes re­joice to see’t;

They raise their plea­sure and their pride

When they sup­plant my feet.

But I’ll con­fess my guilt to Thee

And grieve for all my sin;

I’ll mourn how weak my grac­es be

And beg sup­port di­vine.

My God

for­give my fol­lies past

And be for ev­er nigh;

O Lord of my sal­va­tion

haste

Before Thy serv­ant die.