38 (2) | Psalm 38 Version 2 | 8 7. 8 7 | |
IN Thy wrath and hot displeasure, Chasten not Thy servant, Lord; Let Thy mercy, without measure, Help and peace to me afford. |
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2 | Heavy is my tribulation, Sore my punishment has been; Broken by Thine indignation, I am troubled by my sin. |
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3 | With my burden of transgression, Heavy-laden, overborne, Humbled low I make confession, For my folly now I mourn. |
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4 | Weak and wounded I implore Thee, Lord, to me Thy mercy show; All my prayer is now before Thee, All my trouble Thou dost know. |
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5 | Lord my God, do not forsake me, Let me know that Thou art near; Under Thy protection take me, As my Saviour now appear. |
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The Psalter, 1912 |