Scripture Verse

O Lord, rebuke me not in Thy wrath. Neither chasten me in Thy hot displeasure, for Thine arrows stick fast in me, and Thy hand presseth me sore. Psalm 38:1–2

Introduction

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Isaac Watts
(1674–1748)

Words: Is­aac Watts, The Psalms of Da­vid 1719. Guilt of con­sci­ence and re­lief; or, re­pent­ance and pray­er for par­don and health.

Music: Par­ker Karl P. Har­ring­ton, in The Me­thod­ist Hym­nal (New York: Me­thod­ist Book Con­cern, 1905) (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Karl P. Harrington
(1861–1953)

Lyrics

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.