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In Thy Great Indignation, Lord

Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #13682 Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: In Thy great indignation, Lord, Lyrics: 1 In Thy great indignation, Lord, Do Thou rebuke me not; Nor on me lay Thy chastening hand, In Thy displeasure hot. 2 For in me fast Thine arrows stick, Thy hand doth press me sore; And in my flesh there is no health, Nor soundness any more. 3 This grief I have because Thy wrath Is forth against me gone; And in my bones there is no rest, For sin that I have done. 4 Because gone up above my head My great transgressions be; And, as a weighty burden, they Too heavy are for me. 5 My wounds are putrid and corrupt; My folly makes it so. I troubled am, and much bowed down; All day I mourning go. 6 For a disease which loathsome is So fills my loins with pain, That in my weak and weary flesh No soundness doth remain. 7 So feeble and infirm am I, And broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar. 8 O Lord, all that I do desire Is still before Thy eye; And of my heart the secret groans Not hidden are from Thee. 9 My heart doth pant incessantly, My strength doth quite decay; As for my eyes, their wonted light Is from me gone away. 10 My lovers and my friends do stand At distance from my sore; And they do stand aloof who were Kinsmen and kind before. 11 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares; And they who would me wrong Have spoken mischief, and deceits Imagined all day long. 12 But as one deaf, I did not hear, I suffered all to pass; And as a dumb man I became, Whose mouth not opened was. 13 As one that hears not, in whose mouth Are no reproofs at all: For, Lord, I hope in Thee, my God Will hear me when I call. 14 Because I said, "Hear me, lest they Rejoice o’er me with pride; And o’er me magnify themselves, Because my foot doth slide." 15 For I am near to halt, my grief Is still before my eye; I will declare my sin, and grieve For my iniquity. 16 But yet my foes are full of life, My enemies are strong; And they are greatly multiplied Who hate and would me wrong. 17 And they for good who render ill, As en’mies me withstood; They are my bitter foes because I follow what is good. 18 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, Far from me never be. O Lord, Thou my salvation art, In haste give help to me. Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR

In thy great indignation, Lord

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P6c (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In thy great indignation, Lord, do thou rebuke me not; nor on me lay thy chastening hand in thy displeasure hot. 2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak; have mercy upon me: and heal thou me, O Lord, because my bones much vexed be. 3 My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? 4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free, save for thy mercy's sake. 5 Because of thee in death there shall no more remembrance be: of those that in the grave do lie, who shall give thanks to thee? 6 I with my groaning weary am; all night till morn appears, through grief I make my bed to swim, my couch to flow with tears. 7 By reason of my vexing grief mine eye consumed is; it waxeth old, because of all that are mine enemies. 8 But now, depart from me all ye that work iniquity: because the Lord hath heard my voice when I did mourn and cry. 9 Unto my supplication's voice the Lord hath lent his ear; when to the Lord my prayer I make, he graciously will hear. 10 Let all be troubled and asham'd, that enemies are to me; let them turn back, and suddenly ashamed let them be. Scripture: Psalm 6 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR (DUNDEE)

In thy great indignation, Lord

Hymnal: The Irish Presbyterian Hymnbook #P38 (2004) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1 In thy great indignation, Lord, do thou rebuke me not; nor on me lay thy chastening hand, in thy displeasure hot. 2 For in me fast thine arrows stick, thine hand doth press me sore: 3 and in my flesh there is no health, nor soundness any more. This grief I have, because thy wrath is forth against me gone; and in my bones there is no rest, for sin that I have done. 4 Because gone o'er my head my sins and my transgressions be; and, as a weighty burden, they too heavy are for me. 5 My wounds corrupt and noisome are; my folly makes it so. 6 I troubled am, and much bowed down; all day I mourning go. 7 For a disease that loathsome is so fills my loins with pain, that in my weak and weary flesh no soundness doth remain. 8 So very feeble and infirm, and sorely crushed am I, that, through disquiet of my heart, I make loud moan and cry. 9 O Lord, before thine eyes is all that is desired by me: and of my heart the secret groans not hidden are from thee. 10 My heart doth pant incessantly, my strength doth quite decay; as for mine eyes, their wonted light is from me gone away. 11 My lovers and my friends do stand far distance from my sore; and those do stand aloof who were kinsmen and kind before. 12 Yea, they who seek my life lay snares; who seek to do me wrong speak mischief, and deceitful things imagine all day long. 13 But, as one deaf that heareth not, I suffered all to pass; I as a dumb man did become, whose mouth not opened was: 14 As one that hears not, in whose mouth are no reproofs at all. 15 For, Lord, I hope in thee; my God, thou'lt hear me when I call. 16 For I said, Hear me, lest they should rejoice o’er me with pride; and o’er me magnify themselves, what time my foot doth slide. 17 Because I ready am to halt, my grief I ever see: 18 for I'll declare my sin, and grieve for mine iniquity. 19 But yet my foes are full of life, and strong are they beside; and they that hate me wrongfully are greatly multiplied. 20 And they for good that render ill as enemies me withstood; yea, even for this, because that I do follow what is good. 21 Forsake me not, O Lord; my God, far from me never be. 22 O Lord, thou my salvation art, haste to give help to me. Scripture: Psalm 38 Languages: English Tune Title: WINDSOR (DUNDEE)