6Psalm 67 7. 7 7
GENTLY, gently lay Thy rod
   On my sinful head, O God;
Stay Thy wrath, in mercy stay,
Lest I sink before its sway.
2  Heal me, for my flesh is weak;
Heal me, for Thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make,
Heal me for Thy mercy’s sake.
3  Who within the silent grave
Shall proclaim Thy power to save?
Lord, my trembling soul reprieve,
Speak, and I shall rise and live.
4  Lo! He comes! He heeds my plea!
Lo! He comes! the shadows flee!
Glory round me dawns once more;
Rise, my spirit, and adore!
Henry Francis Lyte, 1793-1847