|38 (1)||Psalm 38 Version 1||CM|
|REBUKE me not in anger, Lord,
O chasten me no more,
For peace and health have left my soul,
And shame makes conscience sore.
|2||I pant and groan for sense of Thee,
I long to see Thy light;
My dearest friends seem far away,
The bonds of kinship slight.
|3||I live as one who cannot hear,
Or speak, or sense, or know
The glorious kindness of my God,
Nor of His saints below.
|4||Thus broken-hearted I draw near,
And all excuses fall;
Now deep, abiding sorrow reigns;
O Saviour, hear my call!
|5||I will be sorry for my sin,
And all Thy will obey;
Forsake me not, but draw me near;
In mercy bless today.
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