Lord, I Can Suffer Thy Rebukes

Lord

I can suf­fer Thy re­bukes

When Thou with kind­ness dost chas­tise;

But Thy fierce wrath I can­not bear:

O let it not against me rise!

Pity my lang­uish­ing es­tate

And ease the sor­rows that I feel;

The wounds Thine hea­vy hand hath made

O let Thy gent­ler touch­es heal!

See how I pass my wea­ry days

In sighs and groans; and when ’tis night

My bed is wa­tered with my tears;

My grief con­sumes and dims my sight.

Look

how the pow­ers of na­ture mourn!

How long

Al­migh­ty God

how long?

When shall Thine hour of grace re­turn?

When shall I make Thy grace my song?

I feel my flesh so near the grave

My thoughts are tempt­ed to des­pair;

But graves can nev­er praise the Lord

For all is dust and si­lence there.

Depart

ye temp­ters

from my soul;

And all des­pair­ing thoughts de­part;

My God

who hears my hum­ble moan

Will ease my flesh

and cheer my heart.