In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke

Pleading for mercy by John Newton


 * In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
 * Thy feeble worm, my God!
 * My spirit dreads thine angry look,
 * And trembles at thy rod.


 * Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak,
 * Regard my heavy groans;
 * O let thy voice of comfort speak,
 * And heal my broken bones!


 * By day my busy beating head
 * Is filled with anxious fears;
 * By night, upon my restless bed,
 * I weep a flood of tears.


 * Thus I sit desolate and mourn,
 * Mine eyes grow dull with grief;
 * How long, my LORD, ere thou return,
 * And bring my soul relief?


 * O come and show thy pow'r to save,
 * And spare my fainting breath;
 * For who can praise thee in the grave,
 * Or sing thy name in death?


 * Satan, my cruel envious foe,
 * Insults me in my pain;
 * He smiles to see me brought so low,
 * And tells me hope is vain,


 * But hence, thou enemy, depart!
 * Nor tempt me to despair;
 * My Savior comes to cheer my heart,
 * The Lord has heard my prayer.