In Thy Wrath and Hot Displeasure

In Thy wrath and hot dis­plea­sure

Chasten not Thy serv­ant

Lord;

Let Thy mer­cy

with­out mea­sure

Help and peace to me af­ford.

Heavy is my tri­bu­la­tion

Sore my pun­ish­ment has been;

Broken by Thine in­dig­na­tion

I am troubled by my sin.

With my bur­den of trans­gress­ion

Heavy la­den

ov­er­borne

Humbled low I make con­fess­ion

For my fol­ly now I mourn.

Weak and wound­ed

I im­plore Thee:

Lord

to me Thy mer­cy show;

All my pray­er is now be­fore Thee

All my trou­ble Thou dost know.

Darkness ga­thers

foes as­sail me.

But I an­swer not a word;

All my friends de­sert and fail me

Only Thou my cry hast heard.

Lord

in Thee I am con­fid­ing;

Thou wilt an­swer when I call

Lest my foes

the good de­rid­ing

Triumph in Thy serv­ant’s fall.

I am prone to halt and stum­ble

Grief and sor­row dwell with­in

Shame and guilt my spir­it hum­ble

I am sor­ry for my sin.

Foes about my soul are clos­ing

Full of hat­red

false and strong;

Choosing good

I find op­pos­ing

All who love and do the wrong.

Lord

my God

do not for­sake me

Let me know that Thou art near

Under Thy pro­tect­ion take me

As my Sav­ior now ap­pear.