Psalm 6
Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain,
and spare a wretch forlorn;
Correct me not in thy fierce wrath,
too heavy to be borne.
2 Have mercy, Lord, for I grow faint,
unable to endure,
The anguish of my aching bones,
which thou alone can cure.
3 My tortured flesh distracts my mind,
and fills my soul with grief;
But, Lord, how long will thou delay
to grant me thy relief?
4 Thy wonted goodness, Lord, repeat,
and ease my troubled soul;
Lord, for thy wondrous mercy's sake
vouchsafe to make me whole.
5 For after death no more can I
thy glorious acts proclaim;
No pris'ner of the silent grave
can magnify thy name.
6 Quite tired with pain, with groaning faint,
no hope of ease I see;
The night, that quiets common griefs,
is spent in tears by me.
7 My beauty fades, my sight grows dim,
my eyes with weakness close;
Old age o'ertakes me, while I think
on my insulting foes.
8 Depart, you wicked, in my wrongs
you shall no more rejoice;
for god, I find, accepts my tears,
and listens to my voice.
9,10 He hears and grants my humble pray'r;
and they that wish my fall,
Shall blush and rage to see that God
protects me from them all.
