Poems (Toke)/Psalm VI

by Emma Toke

PSALM VI.

LORD, rebuke me not in wrath,
 Nor let Thine anger burn;
In pity chasten not my soul,—
 Oh, when wilt Thou return?

Have mercy on my trembling frame,
 That well-nigh sinks with fears;
Heal me, O Lord, for I am sad,
 And wipe away my tears.

My soul, with sin and sorrow torn,
 Now pants to view Thy face;
Oh, when wilt Thou, my God and King,
 Return to me in peace?

Return, return to me, O Lord,
 And as Thy mercies roll,
Incline Thine ear—attend my cry,
 And save my trembling soul.

No thought of Thee, in Death's domain,
 Can pierce the dismal gloom;
No lip can bless Thy holy Name,
 When sleeping in the tomb,

With groans and sighs my strength is spent,
 My heart's oppressed with fears;
From night to morn, my lonely couch
 Is watered with my tears.

Mine eye, no longer fired by joy,
 With grief consumes away;
My foes oppress, and, bent with cares,
 I tread this weary way.

Depart, depart, ye sinful men,
 The dawn at length appears;
The night is past—the Lord hath heard
 My mournful cries and tears.

Yea, He at length to my complaint
 Hath bent a listening ear;
Let all my foes now flee away,
 For God hath heard my prayer.

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