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.
45.
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.
