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BOOK I. PSALMS. 99 6 Satan asks, and mocks my woe, "Boaster, where is now your God?" Silence, Lord, this cruel foe; Let him know I'm bought with blood; Tell him, since I know thy name, Though I change, thou art the same.

Pleading for Mercy.— Psalm vi. 1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke Thy feeble worm, my God! My spirit dreads thy angry look, And trembles at thy rod. 2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak; Regard my heavy groans; let thy voice of comfort speak, And heal my broken bones!

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

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

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

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

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