In Thy Wrath and Hot Displeasure

In Thy wrath and hot dis-plea-sure, Chas-ten not Thy ser-vant, Lord; Let Thy mer-cy, with-out mea-sure, Help and peace to me af-ford. Heav-y is my trib-u-la-tion, Sore my pun-ish-ment has been; Bro-ken by Thine in-dig-na-tion, I am trou-bled by my sin. With my bur-den of trans-gres-sion Heav-y lad-en, o-ver-borne, Hum-bled low I make con-fes-sion, For my fol-ly now I mourn. Weak and wound-ed, I im-plore Thee; Lord, to me Thy mer-cy show; All my prayer is now be-fore Thee, All my trou-ble Thou dost know. Dark-ness gath-ers, foes as-sail me, But I an-swer not a word; All my friends de-sert and fail me, On-ly Thou my cry hast heard. Lord, in Thee am I con-fid-ing; Thou wilt an-swer when I call, Lest my foes, the good de-rid-ing, Tri-umph in Thy ser-vant's fall. I am prone to halt and stum-ble, Grief and sor-row dwell with-in, Shame and guilt my spir-it hum-ble; I am sor-ry for my sin. Lord, my God, do not for-sake me, Let me know that Thou art near, Un-der Thy pro-tec-tion take me, As my Sav-ior now ap-pear.