Poems (Toke)/Psalm VI

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PSALM VI.
O LORD, rebuke me not in wrath, Nor let Thine anger burn;In pity chasten not my soul,— Oh, when wilt Thou return?
Have mercy on my trembling frame, That well-nigh sinks with fears;Heal me, O Lord, for I am sad, And wipe away my tears.
My soul, with sin and sorrow torn, Now pants to view Thy face;Oh, when wilt Thou, my God and King, Return to me in peace?
Return, return to me, O Lord, And as Thy mercies roll,Incline Thine ear—attend my cry, And save my trembling soul.
No thought of Thee, in Death's domain, Can pierce the dismal gloom;No lip can bless Thy holy Name, When sleeping in the tomb,
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With groans and sighs my strength is spent, My heart's oppressed with fears;From night to morn, my lonely couch Is watered with my tears.
Mine eye, no longer fired by joy, With grief consumes away;My foes oppress, and, bent with cares, I tread this weary way.
Depart, depart, ye sinful men, The dawn at length appears;The night is past—the Lord hath heard My mournful cries and tears.
Yea, He at length to my complaint Hath bent a listening ear;Let all my foes now flee away, For God hath heard my prayer.
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